Halfway Down The Stairs

My Dear Fellows and Dear Princess Normal,

I have a moment that occurs just about every work morning.

I'll just be getting ready for work, and I've reached that point where I've put one sock on. 

I don't know what it is about the moment, but there's something about sitting there with a sock in me hand, wondering what the point of it all is.

And I think about getting back into bed, in my one sock. And pretending that work and weather and bills don't exist.

So far, I have been mature enough to resist this instinct. But I make no promises for tomorrow.

S.