And all’s right with the world

Mr. Jazz having been on vacation a full week before me (to this I say Grrrrrrrr), I’ve been taking public transport to work in the mornings, rather than getting my usual lift. And surprising as it may seem to you, this won’t be a rant on public transport. My, aren’t I just being all unique today.

Taking the bus means leaving the house at the time I’m usually struggling out of bed (I would say Grrrrrrr again, except I simply don’t have the energy at that hour).

I leave the house at 6:45.   Six. Forty. Five.  An ungodly hour if ever there was one.

And yet this morning (and to a lesser extent yesterday), I found myself, if not liking it, at least appreciating it. The neighborhood is a different place at that time of day. Peaceful. Birds chirping, the sky all rosy, hardly any cars or people – except obviously those walking their dogs.

I almost felt I should get a dog to walk, except I’ve no doubt the whole walking the dog at 6:30 in January in the -20 cold would get real old real quick.  Freakishly early mornings? Not so much if it has to become an every day thing.

The sky was almost clear, rosy with the rising sun, it was cold and crisp ( in 6 months it would seem positively tropical as mornings go) and all was right with the world.

I love when that happens. That sort of click, that moment when, despite everything that might be wrong, you experience a moment of absolute and utterly perfect happiness and peace.

Tomorrow I’ll feel as if today was sleeping in. Jazz will be a grumpy camper tomorrow morning, but it will be offset by the fact that tomorrow we’re on our way to California for a couple of weeks. Which will be offset in turn by the horrendous lines at the airport and the whole “Ma’am we have to search your bag what’s that there? DO NOT TOUCH THE BAG MA’AM!!!” thing. Seriously, do you think I’d be stupid enough to pack a bomb in my carry on? Really? Wouldn’t I be more likely to have the explosive in my fillings to explode when I chomp down in annoyance at some point during the flight when that child will just not stop. Carrying. On. And. Kicking. My. SEAT!!!!.

Of course, that’ll be offset by the fact that we’re going back to one of my top 3 favourite places in the world: Palm Springs.

And no, I don’t golf, but there’s lovely hiking to be had. And shopping. And good food. And Trader Joe’s**. I’ll have access to a Trader Joe’s!!!!

And Saturday? I will sleep in as long as I damn well please. So there.

**  I’d be willing to sell my soul if I had one to have a TJ’s here in Montreal.