>I wonder


I awoke at about 7:30am this morning. The bed was warm thanks to our body heat and our heated mattress pad and the house was dark and quiet. Our housemate, Josh, had not started his morning prep before heading off to class for the day and my husband, Jeffrey was still asleep. Clyde roused when he sensed I was awake despite the fact that I hadn’t moved (how DOES he know that?) and, as I got up as quietly I could, I heard the sound of a soft plunk and pit pat across the carpet behind me, indicating Clyde had jumped from the bed and was following me in the dark, as I knew he would. I threw on my rainbow striped bathrobe and headed down the stairs and to the side door to let Clyde out. While I waited for him to return, I lit the fire, turned on a lamp and started the coffee. Clyde returned shivering, so I put on one of his little doggy argyle sweaters, gave him a treat and then I sat down before the fire, Clyde joining me to nestle beside me as he gnawed on his treat, opened my laptop and caught up on new blog posts and facebook updates while I waited for the coffee to finish brewing.

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?

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7 Responses to >I wonder

  1. Ur-spo says:

    >perhaps some nasty complex has to come in to spoil your fun . it doesn't want you to feel happy so it barges in to wreck it all.

  2. Cubby says:

    >That's odd, I was wondering why I was feeling so horny.

  3. >You must be happy. For me, that's heaven of heavens.

  4. Alan says:

    >I wish I could do something to make you feel better but I'm not sure what would help. November can be a pretty bleak month and there's always the possibility of the "Christmas blues". Take care!Hugs

  5. RG says:

    >Maybe you're more maudlin than sad.

  6. >I am sorry you feel sad Sean, but I almost wonder if you possibly might have early onset seasonal adjustment depression or that lovely thing called SAD…I too have been feeling quite out of sorts lately as well…I hope it isn't that and maybe just feeling a little holiday blahs…

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