I am starting to get use to this early morning thing.
But I spending time with Mark before he leaves for work, so it's cool.
And he still makes the coffee.
It looks like another sweat-shirt day as i prepare for PT. I am down to two days a week. The last time, I took the long way home. It was so beautiful: the sun was out, the birds were singing and the scent of flesh cut grass filled the air.
Now it is cold and grey outside.
I have stopped looking for Spring and now long for Summer.
Tonight is a stew night, getting the fridge cleaned out for Shabbat and Passover.
Shabbat. 24 hours of no news, no drama over ipods or bailouts.