Once I heard the stirrings of husband and housemate and knew it was safe to make some noise without fear of disturbing them, I popped upstairs, threw on pants and a shirt and some slippers and descended back downstairs and into the cellar to retrieve our collection of 27 boxes, bags and bins of holiday decorations in anticipation of decorating the house today for next weeks holiday party. Once those were all upstairs, I grabbed a cup of coffee, returned to the sofa and turned on the TV to find the station of holiday/seasonal music to set the mood for the day. Josh rushed by me on his way to the downstairs bathroom and coat closet to gather his things, stopping long enough to touch base about his/our plans for the weekend, then headed out the door and off to class. Jeffrey stopped down to say good morning, then headed back upstairs to our bedroom (currently doubling as his office since Josh took possession of Jeffrey’s original office for a bedroom for the duration of his stay at Chez Breen) to sort through the week’s mail and pay bills. This left me, once again, alone in the living room, comfortably and warmly sitting by the fire, listening to music, cuddling with Clyde, sipping coffee and staring at the sun shining though the window on this brisk, early, Saturday morning. My head was filled with thoughts of decorating, possibly joining friends this evening for dinner and a movie, and next week’s holiday party.
So, I can’t help wondering, despite a peaceful morning and start to my day, surrounded by so much to be grateful for and so many wonderful things to look forward to…
… why do I feel so sad?