Early in the morning...coffee, journal, an orange.
Adding blanket stitch to the bottom of a jacket and thinking about metaphors and things that are not.
"I have remembered when the winter came, high in my chamber in the frosty nights, when in the still light of the cheerful moon, on every twig and rail and jutting spout, the icy spears were adding to their length against the arrows of the coming sun..."
From "Within the Circuit of this Plodding Life," Henry Thoreau