It’s 6:00 A.M. and all is quiet at work. It is just the mice and me. My day has just begun, where as the mice are about ready for a nap.
I can hear the rattle of the heater. I brew three pots of coffee so the waft will welcome the ladies when they enter soon. I think about what to write my Slice about today.
This is my time. My time to catch up on some of the things I couldn’t finish yesterday. My time to look over my calendar and think about the day ahead. My time to gaze around my office and contemplate when I will make time to do a deep cleaning. Tomorrow? Next week? Spring break? June? There always seems to be something more important impending.
I really enjoy the stillness, the anticipation of what the new day will bring.
Wait. I hear the front door open. I see a light switch on in the hallway. I guess, my time is over, and our time has just begun.