I woke up sober. We all woke up early. The boys, the dogs, all five of slept partially together last night.
I had a disturbing dream my brother got arrested. The stupid part he was sober, trying to peak at some famous singer. Lol. I woke up feeling anxious.
But that changed when I went to let the dogs out and saw the sky. It was beautiful! My view is blocked because of houses so at 7 am this morning I was in my pajamas, no bra, bed hair, walking the boys a few houses down trying to get a better view.
We came. We decided to fix coffee and hot chocolate and sit on the porch.
We discussed the planet and gravity.
We took the dogs for a walk then I went for my “run”.
I thought about all the mornings I’ve been drunk and hungover. How many mornings like this have missed? I want this to be our new Sunday morning routine.