My hands are cold.
I setup shop on the terrace this afternoon and have been working outside wrapped in a blanket ever since.
Finn has been running around the deck, jumping in and out of the planters as if he were training for the Cat Olympics. He gave me a minor heart attack when he dashed across the corrugated roof of the pergola, attempting to launch himself to the next deck.
My writing exercises are much enjoyable when there’s a proper table and/or desk for me to work from. And right now that outpost is outside, either on the terrace or in a coffee shop.
I’ve been writing and researching. Snippets of copy for the company blog, keeping up with my daily blog posts. Outlining projects for my clients paid and barter. Reading articles to keep my mind alight for critical thinking and analysis.mug.
Finn jumps from the stairs to the table, walks across the laptop keyboard to stake his claim. Almost like a lion on the sub-Saharan desert searching for a palm tree to escape the brutal sun. Except it’s a dining room table covered with books, newspapers and a coffee mug.
It’s time for another cup, a special roast from Supercrown Coffee: Guatemala El Apiario, delicate with butterscotch undertones.
Butterscotch, almost the same color as Finn’s coat. My ginger flame point Siamese has made his move to a cooler location. He settles in with his back to the mirror, a gaze thrown over his shoulder eyeing his reflection.
When he’s calm and chill, he’s almost regal. My Scottish knight of Brooklyn.