At the desk, 5:31 a.m.
We decided that today was the day that we would start running again. I set our alarm for 5 a.m. and Rose and I got up to find...
And a little cold. I mean, it's 54 degrees - warmer than most days for the last few months, but still not 70.
As I do almost every morning now, I turned on all the lights and went about starting the morning. The coffee is dripping downstairs. Rose is 'dressed' (meaning she's wearing her collar) and waiting on her chair downstairs.
But there's nothing I can do about the dark.
So off I go, into the dark, for the first run of the season - which always looks more like a walk.
The weirdest thing about the first run of the season isn't the dark, or the 54 degree "cold", or the lack of coffee, or the early time. The weirdest thing about the first run of the season is the mere act of leaving the desk. For the first time in months, I won't be sitting right here working while the morning ages.
I wonder if the desk will survive my absence.