We Are Family

 Entry 1.    5:50 a.m.

Coffee is brewing. Everyone, even the dogs, is asleep except me. The house is a cool 59 degrees, but I have turned on the heat to rectify that. The few sounds I hear, of the coffee machine, or Leiney occasionally snoring on the sectional where it appears she fell asleep last night, punctuate my solitude.  Ever since I delivered the morning P-I as a boy, I have loved the quietude of the early morning.











The tree picture is about as blurry as an old Kodachrome shot without a flashbulb. Every single thing about that last sentence reeks of my age. Happy Sunday,

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