Morning

I wish I could fashion a whole day out of morning. Specifically this time, during the second cup of coffee, when the light is inviting and forgiving, not like a buzzing, judgmental afternoon. A bowel movement seems a pleasant accomplishment. It feels like everything I need to get done today will probably get done, and if it doesn't, well, other important things will, and then I'll see M and a film, or have a nice sandwich. If there was some pharmaceutical way to halt my biorhythms exactly at "second-cup-of-coffee," I would do that.