Good To Be HomeI was in San Jose and San Francisco all last week, staying in perfectly nice hotels and all, but ... not home sweet home.
So it's nice to wake up in my own place and my own bed this morning. The only real Heavenly Bed!
MY READING LAMP
I made tea and drank it in a cup. Half asleep in my kitchen, my stuff is in place. My cabinet has my dishes, I know with barely opening an eye, just by reach where my morning tea cup is waiting for me. Ceramic white with blue flowers -- something Italian I bought a long time ago.
MY KITCHEN FLOOR
I took a shower with bath gel, shampoo, conditioner.
MY BLUE OCEANUS BATH GEL
It makes a difference. Out my window are the noises I know and count on. In a hotel, there are other strange noises which squeak and squeal through the night, making my sleep a little more fitful than usual.
The predictability of it all is the ultimate luxury. It's me -- me where I live -- and my place knows me and I know my place.