I feel him crawling out of the bed. “It’s wake-up time,” he says with a smile on my face. I close my eyes and tell him to go ahead downstairs.

She comes in and asks if she can make waffles again this morning. I tell her to go ahead and make the batter. If only I’d put the waffle iron in one of the lower cabinets, I wouldn’t have to get out of bed at all.

No showings scheduled for the day but I feel like maybe it might happen. I tidy up and get the laundry going just in case.

All I need to do is survive lunch. I laugh at the sadness of that statement: survive lunch.

Everything about the whole hour and a half is awkward.

I stand in the driveway with bare feet and raise my hands above my head to stretch. It’s quiet. A slight breeze is blowing and I can feel my shirt beating gently against my skin.

The garden is in rough shape. So neglected. Everything needs tending.

But there is something luxurious about laying your head on a soft pillow and feeling your skin being warmed by the rays of sun coming in through the window. The bedroom is glowing from all of the light.

Refined Organic.

I pull three cards: Inner Trust, After the Storm, Dream a Beautiful Dream. Yes.