Turkey sausage patties, eggs, toast and coffee this morning sits happily on the tummy by the time I get around to a good morning post. I am hungover from my peevishness at the overblown reportage of the rift between Trump and McCain. I should get used to the media’s excessiveness. Really, I should.
But there are still constants that ground me. Sunrises. The smell of coffee brewing. Morning dogpiles of happy mutts. A budgies lousy taste in music. Affirmations of a larger purpose.
And the luxury of slowly awakening. There are people who would give all they own for a morning of peace, and I remind myself to show a little gratitude.