* Lying in bed, the pre-storm morning light sifting through the blue sheet draped window. The black dog does not stir when I get up so it is back to bed for me--he is my gauge. A bit of a lie-in for us while gems meander through my thoughts.
* The regularity of life amidst upheavals.
* My room mate helps me measure what is proper. "Is it okay if I sit in the sun without a shirt on to healthify my scar?" "Yes." So I do and feel better for it.
* Observing a room and thinking, "Now, what can I remove?"
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