Comforter

The truth is that I dig moments like this. Laying down under a comforter, in the middle of the bed, typing away. I like the silence and the solitude. It is cold but not too terribly so. Today, we ran in the Harrison Classic. Canyon slept in the Chariot and River cramped, but it was nostalgic and season orienting and so on. Tomorrow I will take the day off, but am not sure what to do with it. I know I need the break so that will be good. I can become so easy to please when I just lower my threshold to the place where any sense of affection matters. Too much looking for being seen.Sometimes, even if I feel sad, when I look in the mirror and see myself, I am grateful I am here. It is enough to look into my own eyes and be seen.