Some days it takes two tries to poach an egg.
It's been a "I've just cleaned my house, and mopped my floors, and Clementine just walked all over the clean surfaces of tables and tea carts with her wet cat litter paws" kind of morning. A "I'm tired and I know I only have a few hours in which to do research but I can't motivate myself to crack one more book" kind of morning.
But my latte turned out beautifully, the sun is shining, and in a few hours, I am driving south to Boston to have lunch with my sister and pick up Emma from the airport--Emma, whom I have not seen in 18 months. It's going to be a good week.
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