Cosmic dust in my coffee

Five thirty in the mornin’ and I’m up. (Actually haven’t slept yet but seeing as we slept until nearly two in the afternoon Saturday AND Sunday I don’t think I really expected to)
Taylor’s workin’, the kid is still sleeping and it feels very quiet in the house.
Taylor, while not a huge guy, just takes up so much space. Cosmically or something. It’s like his presence, his aura, something… fills the entire house when he’s here. And his aura – or whatever – isn’t silent. It’s a swirly mass of energy and color that is never still, never quiet.
I love him dearly but it sure is nice to, occasionally, let the dust settle and have peace in the cosmos.

So I’m sitting here, sipping coffee out of my favorite mug, waiting to get the kid up and off to school so I can have my own burst of energy and clean the house.
My energy is no match for Taylor’s so I rarely get that done when he’s home.
I’m looking forward to it.
Clean some, spa some, maybe seriously blog some…
Ahhhh. Routine. I thrive on it. And miss it when I go long spans with none.

I have an hour before it’s time to wake the teen satan so I’m going to enjoy my coffee, enjoy the sound of cosmic, karmic dust settling and then – once he’s gone – create a flurry of my own.

Hope everyone has a good day. Don’t forget to stop at the store. LOL. It’s supposed to snow tonight and y’all know we MUST stock up on toilet paper and water before a snow.

*runs, hiding, from Chelle the retail girl*