This was the first formal Saturday with The Ravishing Mrs. TB present.
For some reason known only to my circadian rhythm, I will often sleep later on Saturday mornings if given a chance. I have no specific understanding why this happens, whether it is my body trying to catch up on missed slumber (although I try to hit the 2100-2200 bedtime slot as much as I can). Blackout curtains probably help that as well as I cannot clearly tell if it is 0500 or 0800 unless I open them. They are effective, which is a huge improvement from almost a year ago when I first moved in and the best I had were Venetian blinds to block the light.
Mornings at this time of year cold, from what I gather - even with the morning we had on Saturday where it was relatively sunny. The lack of central heat in our apartment is duly noted: here on my own it would easily be 56 F in the morning when I got up. That has changed as well with the arrival of The Ravishing Mrs. TB and the more frequent use of the heater we bought, probably for the better as warm is generally better than cold.
I make my cup of coffee and sit down to read against the background of the actual natural light, something I am not used to during with week where the darkness can extend almost to when I go to work. The coffee is the "special" coffee I allow myself on weekends, sometimes roasts by Binky Bun Coffee or (today) a Texas pecan blend. I love pecan coffee but am late come to it as a small addiction; limiting myself to intake on the weekend manages what could be a very expensive habit.
Being in the apartment with someone there is different that being there by one's self. Yes, of course, there is the physical presence, but it something unseen as well - a different sort of energy that manifests itself in the space. One can be doing things by one's self but one is never alone like one was. A curious feeling after 9 months of effectively being on my own.
I snuggle down under my newly resewn blanket and embrace the coffee and the nature of propositions under a morning sun I have not seen in a week.
Life is good.
Glad the two of you are settling in. Women in general do notice the room temperatures and prefer to be comfortable. Being a man, I just pick a heavier oversized flannel shirt rather than pushing the button on the thermostat. Not sure if that is because I am practical or cheap. Maybe its both ! :^)
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