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I’m a bit off-kilter today, so I’m drinking my morning coffee in bed at 10 AM, instead of at the kitchen table at 9:00. Fuzzy was up all night handling a work crisis and that meant the dogs were restless, which in turn made my sleep fitful. I tossed and turned a lot and my dreams were fragmented.

This morning, the sky is the gentle shade of silvery blue-gray that reminds me of the way it looks when you stroke the side of a pencil-point (soft-lead) across slightly textured paper. Other people might find the gray morning depressing or flat, but the color makes me feel as if the world is in soft-focus, and my landlocked house has been suddenly transported to someplace coastal.

The water in the pool outside my window is choppy from the wind. There are no crane flies in evidence. I could really use another hour of sleep, but will probably force myself to stay awake now that I’ve been out of bed and into the kitchen.

But first, I will sit here, surrounded by nautical blue and white bedding, back supported by plush cotton-wrapped pillows, and drink my mug of Starbucks Sumatra, made with a splash of non-fat milk and no sweetener, in bed.