Just another day

 So this morning I woke up and it was almost six.  Yesterday, I 'slept' in until 7:30.  This is late for me.  The last few years I am often awake in the middle of the night, but here, in my own home, in my own country, I am sleeping really well.  The only night I struggled was when I thought I was going to be working at Walmart - apparently I don't want a job. Or at least that one. 

I wake up in the morning, make coffee and light the fire. Yes.. lighting the gas fireplace is done at the push of a button on my remote but someone has to do it. Then I start to think about what to do with the day ahead.  There is always something, even living alone, there is always something. 

Last weekend, it was selling honey.  

Rea opened her little shop in the barn.  It started with the ribbon cutting.  We had to wait a bit for the first car to pull into Honey Lane, but when they did we cheered and made a big deal of it.  They had a child with them who was willing to cut the ribbon, so that was good. 

And customers sort of dribbled in all day.  It was good. 

Then Sunday, we did it again, without the ribbon. 

During Covid we aren't allowed a lot of socialization, but things seem to work out pretty well.  I am grateful for Dan and Rea, and their little honey shop.  I am grateful for this house and Messenger and how there are always things to do, even in a new community during a pandemic.  

I am grateful that I can sit down here each morning and write about life, and how grateful I am for, well, everything.