I'm moving slow this morning. Work today. I just didn't want to move from the bed though. I woke up at six, put the coffee on and put one lonely frozen biscuit in the oven to bake. Then I laid back down and fell asleep again. The coffee smell and scent of the biscuit woke me. I didn't burn it but as we like to say 'round here, "it's highly brown."
Logic tells me that I should be having eggs instead, still need to up my protein and lower my carbs, if I'm going to truly get the diet notion moving anywhere. But I woke up cold and moving slowly as I said, a biscuit seemed to fit the mood.
Standing at the kitchen sink, while I poured my coffee, I could hear the crickets outside. Fall really is coming this way. Still a few weeks of summer left on the calendar but nature doesn't seem to pay much attention to numbers on a grid.
Funny enough I'm not dreading winter in quite the same way as I have over the past few years. I'm looking forward to the slowness and longer nights for once. I guess the summer has left me like my biscuit this morning. Not quite burnt out but I'm definitely "highly brown. "
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