I had a different blog post in mind this morning. I have this fantastic quote to share. Nietzsche. He’s brilliant. Twisted a bit, but aren’t all the greats? Here, check it out and then I’ll tell you all about pants and how my best laid plans got derailed:
See? Great. And maybe it applies more to my morning than I first thought … because I danced without pants in order to get TheGirl from unconscious, to out the door, in 13 minutes. Literally.
It was a ballet of bread, a cha cha of greens, a rhumba of avocado on toast. And as I surveyed the debris left in the wake of her timely departure I noticed the french press – full of steeped beans just waiting for a plunger to waltz over and make its dip- the plunger still waiting to be rinsed in the sink. That’s when I realized that we weren’t the only ones in this house tap dancing this morning.
It’s quiet now. Still haven’t made it to the fully “pants-on” stage, but I have an entire pot of coffee to myself and a day of writing and friends ahead of me. And since we only have time for one last tango together, I thought I’d leave you with these pants-less moments:
I hope you dance with joy today.