...at 6, 6:15, 6:30, 6:31. Two were smart phones with a pleasant tune of singing birds, far more pleasant than the seagulls that sometimes complain nearby.
One was a dumb phone with a small melody.
One was a traditional alarm.
Both Rick and I expressed gratitude that most mornings we are NOT getting up to catch a 7:54 train to get to the office.
At the same time to catch a train at 7:54 to go to Toulouse to see people I really, really care for--well, that's okay.
Tomorrow morning we'll be back to our leisurely routine getting tea, checking Facebook, headlines, Télémartin, hanging laundry from the night's wash when it's cheaper, reading or writing in bed, conversation (fill in the blank) or anything else that hits our fancies.
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