I was in a strange thought space this morning on waking. It was a cool California morning. I had spent a while yesterday cleaning and re-arranging the furniture in my apartment bedroom. The complex is coming through and replacing all of the windows with double-paned windows so they have asked that we move all the furniture away from the windows, so the workers can have access.
Since I enjoy natural light I have a tendency to arrange the furniture in my living spaces around the windows. Rather then wait for the two day notice, I thought I would take a more leisurely approach and clear everything out of the way in advance. I finished the main bedroom yesterday and of course the changes have impacted the "feel" of the bedroom. Not a good thing or a bad thing, just a thing.
The end result though is that the bedroom has a decidedly different feel, mostly due to the angles of light. I woke up this morning and opened the curtains and let the morning light flow into the room and then just kind of laid there and looked at it - trying to decide if I liked it or not. I'll most likely re-arrange everything once the new windows are in.
Anyway, in part because of the different light, I felt lyrical this morning. The feeling still sort of lingers. Feeling lyrical, as I drove into work, for some reason I started thinking of the things I've stolen in my life, metaphorically. I am still sort of in that imaginative space and I am curious to see what flows out of it - or whether it fades through the day without producing anything significant.
The work day has been moving along pretty smoothly and I am about to head out the door for lunch. Once I finish lunch I have an afternoon full of detail work that I will need to tackle, so I've blocked off the calendar and plan on ignoring my telephone for a couple of hours this afternoon. After last week, I am going to try and focus on keeping this week on an even flow, if at all possible.
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