Here I sit, as I usually do early in the morning after breakfast. Sitting in my living room, cup of coffee at my side, laptop on my lap, websurfing and whatnot. Sitting in an antique wicker rocker which I used to sit in at my grandparents' farmhouse back when I was a kid. Sitting here same as I do every morning.
Same as it ever was. Same every morning, day after day. These little routines are among the joys of my life.