I was up at 5 a.m. today thanks to a bad dream and worries about getting the Thorntown house sold.
Maria doesn't have to be at work until 1 p.m., so I crept out of the bedroom and up to the office.
The dogs decided it was time to start their day about an hour later and I walked out onto the back patio with them to savor the deliciously cool morning air. It was 55 degrees - a consequence of the cold front that swept in from the northwest after Ike left town - and it's starting to feel autumnal.
I've got the office window open next to my desk, so I can hear the birds and the traffic on U.S. 49 and watch the banker and his grade school principal wife heading off to work. I haven't seen the newspaper carrier, so I suppose he got there before I took up my vigil.
The rising sun slanting through the trees and painting stripes across the lawns in our little wooded subdivision is gorgeous this morning.
you do have beautiful mornings at your house.
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