Paper. Classic. As one might expect.
It was 4:27 AM when I woke up and struggled to return to sleep. Even with all the meditation I've done throughout the past few years, it continues to be the case that stilling my thoughts is difficult. I stayed in bed and reflected on the night: the drama and my own contained fear. As I had been routinely until recently, I reflected on the gift of waking another day and whatever it might bring. Doing so came about after my first experience of deeply contemplating nature and mortality in Colorado. I eventually drifted back to sleep until the dogs stirred. I let Jen attend to them this time, giving myself time to linger in bed. I felt better but still a bit off. I opted to take it relatively easy for the day. The house was empty, clean, and pleasant to enjoy, and it was without many interruptions. I had a good call with Lauren. Coffee was roasted, and a new order of beans was en route. I got a routine walk in. We visited my mom and saw "Design for Living (1933). It was a new one for Jen and me. It was delightful. Tommy returned from Tahoe, seeming warn and irritable.