Working East coast hours is really a workout on the ol' blinkers. I try to swallow a few gulps of coffee to exterminate the frog in my throat. Then I wrap myself in the ratty afghan we have on our couch. While I hear the AT&T hold music, my rooster equivalent, I watch the sun rise over the bay.
This is what fortunate looks like. Fortunate for the balcony. Fortunate for the sun. Fortunate for beauty Fortunate for another day.