A strange morning, all in all .. .

It was the strangest of mornings. What kind of alternative universe was this? Somehow familiar, yet weird.

I sat upon my couch, coffee cup in hand, and GMR sat upon his chair -- and we actually -- we actually - Talked . . . IN THE MORNING! Or, he talked while I sat there glazed-eyed and slack-jawed. He talked about the Thanksgiving menu and something else that is a blur.

I thought back to mornings, long back, months back, years back - - before twitter, before facebook, before blogs - before I was on email for longer than a few minutes a day. Long back I thought to the day I used to sit and drink my coffee without staring at a screen, and/or keys tapping under my fingers.

Oh how strange it was. But, a bit pleasant all the same.

How long has it been since you've not gone straight to your computer in the mornings, or perhaps that is what you do now? How long since one of the first things you thought of was turning on your computer and checking mail, blog(s), twitter, facebook--any or all combinations of those and/or any other networking sites? How long since you had a cup of coffee while talking to someone, or just sitting there, in the still and quiet, coffee or tea or juice or breakfast in hand and actually looked someone in the face as they talk to you (or tried to focus on their face if it was before you finished your first cup).

Here's the weird thing--when GMR first began talking as I held that first cup, I couldn't concentrate on him and didn't actually realize he was a human being talking to me . . . it was a bit surreal and dream-like. It felt so alien, I had to actually FOCUS my attention on him, turn my head, turn on my brain, awaken that part of me that usually is focused on my computer screen. Yes. So true. So sad really. A bit funny, too.

What about you and your family routine? Or if you live alone? Do you run to your computer first thing?

I am right now typing away on GMR's desktop. My laptop is in surgery - laid open with its guts hanging out. The Dell guy couldn't finish its surgery (he called my laptop "she" -teehee) so he will have to return with the other required part(s) later. So, last night, I did not use my computer! and this morning I held off using it because this desktop is older and doesn't have the memory and other doodly doo my laptop has. And so, there was a morning of coffee, and couch, and GMR, and . . . twas strange, but kind of nice, but kind of weird, and then there was that surreal feeling . . . huhn . . . which life is real? The Real One or the Other Real One.

Oh, but I know exactly what will happen. When my laptop is repaired, when its new brain is in and other whatevers, I'll be running back to it just as before . . . oh yes I will, won't I?

Now, on to my morning - which involves my mouth. I have a dental appoitment. And I've asked him if he can not deaden me, if we can try to do the dental work without the deadening in my gums. Oh we will see. For, I hate that deadening worse than I hate discomfort. I suppose if it's really horrid, if it's really painful, I can always chicken out and be numbed. But, maybe it won't be so bad, and I can leave the dentist's office without that drooling numbness...yeah. I'll let you all know.

What a strange morning this will be all in all . . .

google image of horse'smouth : http://www.equinecraniosacral.com/articles/figure2-08.jpg

This photo I took from the Parkway - it just makes me laugh.