Perfect days don't happen too often. So I'm going to use my blog to dream for a second. I could use it , and I know you could too. So create your own fantasy . . .
I wake up naturally at 8:15am to the smell of turkey bacon, scrambled eggs, and biscuits. My husband brings the tray into the room wearing the black boxer briefs that I bought him last week. We chat about what each of us has to do that day and then take a hot shower together.
We kiss again at the door as I head towards my dark blue Audi and he towards his red Corvette. Before I get to work, I pick up a funny card and some Krispy Kremes for my coworkers. Library is buzzing with activity. I see some adults taking computer classes and others in the corner discussing last night's debate (softly, of course). As I make my way to my office, a child comes and hugs me and asks where the Black history books are located. I swing by the Children's section and pick up a few selections for him. On my desk, there are memos from my staff about supplies that they need and suggestions for programming. The director sent me a thank you note for tripling circulation at an urban library. My mother calls during lunch and tells me that she is ready for the marathon that she's been training for since they cured her Sarcoidosis. My best friend sent me video of herself in three dress options for her upcoming wedding in South Africa.
After I lock up the library building, my husband texts me to ask where I would like to eat dinner. We go to a restaurant that is not a chain and share our work days over a great meal. When I get home, I check my e-mail and find an encouraging note from my book editor which suggests that the last 50 pages that I submitted were fabulous. ("My characters are going in exciting and unexpected directions.")
My husband and I take a bath together with slow R&B playing in the background. We get out of the tub and cuddle in front of a movie before we head to the bedroom to make some passionate unselfish love.
I wake up naturally at 8:15am to the smell of turkey bacon, scrambled eggs, and biscuits. My husband brings the tray into the room wearing the black boxer briefs that I bought him last week. We chat about what each of us has to do that day and then take a hot shower together.
We kiss again at the door as I head towards my dark blue Audi and he towards his red Corvette. Before I get to work, I pick up a funny card and some Krispy Kremes for my coworkers. Library is buzzing with activity. I see some adults taking computer classes and others in the corner discussing last night's debate (softly, of course). As I make my way to my office, a child comes and hugs me and asks where the Black history books are located. I swing by the Children's section and pick up a few selections for him. On my desk, there are memos from my staff about supplies that they need and suggestions for programming. The director sent me a thank you note for tripling circulation at an urban library. My mother calls during lunch and tells me that she is ready for the marathon that she's been training for since they cured her Sarcoidosis. My best friend sent me video of herself in three dress options for her upcoming wedding in South Africa.
After I lock up the library building, my husband texts me to ask where I would like to eat dinner. We go to a restaurant that is not a chain and share our work days over a great meal. When I get home, I check my e-mail and find an encouraging note from my book editor which suggests that the last 50 pages that I submitted were fabulous. ("My characters are going in exciting and unexpected directions.")
My husband and I take a bath together with slow R&B playing in the background. We get out of the tub and cuddle in front of a movie before we head to the bedroom to make some passionate unselfish love.
