The cold epidemic around NYC finally got me, which means the vaccine is over. In my dizziness, I still feel what are my mornings about it. An account so far:
- Coffee and chat with neighbor/friend.
- A breakfast recommendation.
- A philosophical conversation about the meaning of laundry and other unwanted activities.
- Writing, writing and writing.
- Reading, reading and reading.
- Bright and sunny-Curtains are open.
- Cooking.
- Meditation and move on.
