I woke up much too early this morning and I had trouble getting back to sleep, which could be troublesome to some.
But my covers were cozy. My pillow felt cool and comfortable under my head. There was a kitty nestled in close to me. I nuzzled in, knowing I’d go back to sleep at some point and thought:
“This might be my favorite time of day — waking up and knowing I can still take another few moments to cuddle and fall back asleep.”
After a couple hours of extra and wonderful sleep (which some might call an early morning nap), I woke again and it was still early. I thought about the things I wanted to accomplish during the upcoming day and was grateful for that purpose to my life and thought:
“This might be my favorite time of day — thinking about all the things I want to accomplish today.”
I prepped the morning coffee and did a little clean-up effort to the kitchen as I waited for it to brew. Coffee scent filled the air and I thought:
“This might be my favorite time of day — waiting for the morning coffee, and smelling it as it brews.”
I sat down to check morning emails and watch a bit of the news and thought:
“This quiet morning time might be my favorite time of the day. Time to check in with reality and contemplate the day at hand. Well, that and do the Wordle. Let’s not forget the Wordle.”
Next on the docket was a walk with a friend. This activity checked multiple boxes: exercise, conversation and solving all the problems of the world — all within the scope of about an hour.
As I chatted with my friend (let’s call her, ‘Nancy’) I through to myself, “This might must be my favorite time of the day, walking with a good friend.”
Next came lunch. Okay, there are no surprises here, are there. I’m pretty sure lunch qualifies as just about everyone’s favorite time of the day.
Well, except for nap time, which I wasn’t able to fit into the day in question, but naps are wonderful and certainly contribute to a best time of day vibe. Any day that I get a nap is probably a pretty relaxed day and that makes it a good day.
After non-nap time my daughter (or son) called — take your pick. I’m always grateful to hear their voice. When they ask me for advice that’s only a bonus. When I get to talk to grand babies, it’s a double bonus. Today was a double (and FaceTime) bonus and as I smiled seeing their faces and hearing their voices, I realized, “This is probably my one of my favorite times of day.”
After dinner (I’m skipping that because it’s right up there with lunch for the favorite time of day) I met a friend for a glass of wine. As we sat, chatting and sharing deep, philosophical thoughts (wine will do that to you) I thought to myself, “This is probably my favorite time of day, because…” (Well, you know the drill.)
The sun set, the moon rose and stars filled the night sky. I arrived home and looked upward, and felt at peace with the world. I inhaled deeply and thought, “This is definitely my favorite time of day.”
Night had descended. The day was done. It was late and time for bed. I laid my head on the cool and comfy pillow. My kitty found her spot beside me and quickly commenced purring. As I drifted of to sleep I was filled with happy memories of days gone by and thought, “This just might be my most favorite time of day.”
And it was.
They all were. They all are. And tomorrow they probably will be as well.
I hope the same, for you.
— Jill Pertler’s column Slices of Life appears regularly in the Times. She can be reached at slicescolumn@gmail.com.
