Nov 12, 2015


When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive, 
 to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love...

Good morning everyone.  If you had any doubts as to who ruled,
then this should clear everything up.  At home we catered for Brutus, and we loved it.

The best part of my mornings, it the quietness of it.  Standing out in the balcony
having my coffee and seeing the boats pass by.  At this hour believe it or not quite a few go by.
Since Brutus died the mornings are still beautiful, but my heart is not into it anymore.
Something is missing and no matter what we do our Brutus is never coming back.

It pays to wake up early.  Happy Day to everyone.
My heart is going to take probably forever to heal, but life goes on.

I remind myself every morning: Nothing I say this day will teach me anything.
 So if I'm going to learn, I must do it by listening...