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This morning I woke up early as I always do. Instead of reaching for my book as I've been doing for the last couple of weeks, I got out of bed, headed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and took a shower. I got dressed-- leggings and a favorite sweatshirt-- an outfit I might wear to school on a casual day. It would be borderline.
At the bottom of the stairs, my dog jumped up to greet me. He does that. He's always happy to see the first person downstairs in the morning. The wood floor was cold, even through the socks on my feet (I decided to forego slippers and instead plan for those comfortable Steve Madden sneakers the girls gave me for my birthday) and I turned up the heat. I turned on the coffee, set up my favorite mug with a little bit of milk, took Okie outside, fed him.
And now I sit writing my slice and making my rounds with comments, my coffee beside me, my dog watching and hoping I'll finish soon and take him for a walk. The neighbor who also walks circles the end of the cul de sac, her sneakers flashing. I don't know her name yet, but in different circumstances, I know I would.
A normal morning, a routine.