I was unsure what to do this morning. Stella’s scratching at the door precluded staying in bed. Didn’t feel like the YWCA (exercise), Nina’s (coffee), or Common Ground (meditation). Didn’t want to go directly to work. So opted for Dunn Brothers on Grand.
Today is Dorothea’s and my twentieth anniversary. I should be writing her a letter. A handwritten letter is my default gift to her. ( Seems to work well– birthday, Valentines, …) Might have gotten to it this morning before leaning the house, but I was grinding in a pretty low gear, was a bit behind schedule, and Madeline was up. Anyway, I was easily dissuaded. I biked off.
Maybe when I get to work.