Sipping coffee this cold morning in Texas. Dogs barking, kitties dancing from couch to couch. Typical morning practicing procrastination.
I’m setting up a home based business and cleaned out 7 shelves of books. Mom’s books. As I glanced at the boxes sitting on the living room floor, memories of mom casually invaded my morning routine. Her face smiling back at me, and I wished she was here to give me advice.
“morning mom. hope you slept well”
Maybe that is what the dogs were barking at–mom.