I rise early, of course. i always rise early. can't help myself. wander down the stairs in my pajama bottoms and bare feet to start the coffee and grab a handful of blackberries. later, once my coffee is brewed and in my eggshell colored cup, i find the way back into my cave of white cotton sheets. mary oliver to start the day, per usual. i read a poem, rip out the page and then put it in an envelope to send to my friend, sam. i know she will like it just as much as i do, hopefully more. open up my new mac, which works like a dream. check a blog or two. and then to the new york times. it is saturday morning and i am keeping my world at bay.