My morning began pretty much at the start of morning as in just after midnight – i didn’t let it all hang out – so sorry no one is i was claptoning it.
I was thus around for the doggy bad dream so she could have a petting and a cracker…then mercilously be tossed outside as otherwise she’d likely pee the couch…a not so pleasant recent development…yes of course it was a short tossing with a let back in. i wonder what would bug a dog?
before i could mentally blink it is nearly four thirty starting this type up. I have also made my own crappy cup of coffee – but i steamed the milk….and wiped it and splattered machine and counter station down and served an interesting morning joe up for the serving soldier off to gaurd the gate. I’ve been at that since i bought it or a few weeks. I did in 10 minutes a C to B mnus job of foaming the milk. I need to get a proper vessel for this and or learn to better eyeball 3 oz. milk as i’ll never likely see better and haven’t any mechanical ability coming…. I think the better vessel is a better bet. odd that it’s feels second nature though finally – it’s always odd when you practice something and finally get to display it.
I saw first thing this morning two things of spirual significance to me – an I am post during a not so typical moment … and an angel message saying i am love, not loved and adored. odd that i’m not LOVED and adored, just adored but am love…but whatever. it’s still a nice feeling – and any reading this might laugh at the proof of who am i to wonder after spelling so much when I rarely edit? I even laughed at that yesterday as i had to type a script opening for myself – I am pleased i could but it’s hard to get the formatting just so only for wordpress to ignor it anyways.
it’s in the other blog. and this is about time to stitch some pieces together – meaning i have to go bug someone 😀 pardon me a moment….save for a parting sorrow of a question, what do you do to be the love you wish to return to you? offhandedly/instinctual question here… you can NOT think of the Martha Stewart responses- unless you just Stepford Wives you life that way which means i’d cuss being jealous as hell as… I can’t froth a milk very well yet. Laughingly jealous as hell, not destructively jealous… there is a joyous difference.