April 26th, 2004.

Wandering to waking hours.
An unfinished 'Meanwhile.'

The following article was left unfinished and unedited and should be read as such. Notes can be found below the article.

It's another beautiful morning here in Beverly Massachusettes. I begin to stir from a restful sleep that melts away like icicles in the first days of spring. I'm in no rush and make the journey from dreamtime to reality, wandering to waking hours like that of a person on a stroll without a worry in the world. The apartment is empty as my friend, and gracious host, Anne has already left for another day at work. The doors and windows are wide open letting in the first welcome breeze of warm spring air.

Ziggy the kitten is in a playful mood, darting from room to room clumsily knocking into things as he chases his imaginary companion. I take a quick shower humming random tunes to myself then get dressed. The sun is shining and it's a T-shirt and shorts day for sure.

With a couple of clicks of the CD remote, the apartment is suddenly full of music. Teitur is singing about sleeping with the lights on, a great track to start this gorgeous day.

In the kitchen, I fill the kettle and put it on the stove. An Englishman's day must surely always begin with a good cup of tea. It would seem that Americans have little or no idea how to make one when even the strongest American tea bags make a weak cup by English standards. Americans are coffee drinkers I suppose, it's one of the key differences between us. They have coffee, we have tea, they have baseball, we have cricket. I wonder to myself, are there any Americans who play cricket? The kettle makes a noise similar to a distant railroad train as the water boils.

After a leisurely breakfast sitting on the steps of the apartment listening to the leaves impersonate ocean waves, I make my way down Cabot Street to the Atomic Cafe.

--- Article Notes ---

Time of death : Unspecified
I don't remember the exact reason why I never finished this 'meanwhile.' I assume it's because I started chatting to someone at the Atomic Cafe and simply never got back to writing on my laptop. Maybe work emails needed to be answered, maybe I went for a walk or a drive. The truth is, when the sun comes out my best plans can quickly become derailed by my best life.