Anatomy of a good morning:
Hear alarm go off. Realize class has been cancelled. Hurl alarm clock at wall. Dream of beignets at Cafe du Monde in New Orleans at 3 a.m. when the sax man stops playing and leans over the railing to talk until dawn. Wake up sometime remotely before noon, walk dog in what must be the perfect equilibrium between temperature and sunlight, make coffee as strong as desired because roommate/boyfriend/mother is not here to bitch about it. Go to barn, hop on mare bareback, gallop through pasture and herd geese back into the sky. Come home dirty, sweaty, covered in hoof oil and hay. Forget to care.
Also, if anyone needs some good music to space out to, listen to secret agent radio. It is the shit.
Hear alarm go off. Realize class has been cancelled. Hurl alarm clock at wall. Dream of beignets at Cafe du Monde in New Orleans at 3 a.m. when the sax man stops playing and leans over the railing to talk until dawn. Wake up sometime remotely before noon, walk dog in what must be the perfect equilibrium between temperature and sunlight, make coffee as strong as desired because roommate/boyfriend/mother is not here to bitch about it. Go to barn, hop on mare bareback, gallop through pasture and herd geese back into the sky. Come home dirty, sweaty, covered in hoof oil and hay. Forget to care.
Also, if anyone needs some good music to space out to, listen to secret agent radio. It is the shit.
I'm jealous. Sounds like a wonderful day. Minus the alarm clock. Have a great fall break!