English Morning

This morning's run was overcast. It felt as if the sky had reached down to touch the earth. It was foggy and felt like I was running through a fine mist. I couldn't help but feel as if I were in England. I could picture my day unfold. Tuck myself into home and a comfortable chair wrapped in a quilt reading a Rosamunde Pilcher novel and sipping countless cups of hot tea. I could just see the roaring fire, Aga stove, chintz and the glistening wet, misty woods beyond the ancient house. I very well may spend my afternoon that way.

This morning proved interesting. I had told a client I would meet her at the salon at 8 after my run this morning to do her hair for her daughter's wedding. When I arrived a the salon, I realized that I had no keys to the salon on my key ring. They have vanished into thin air. I noticed maybe a couple of days ago that my key ring felt lighter, but I couldn't tell I was missing anything at first glance. My keys are on one of those clip things people climb with. It's conceivable they could have slipped off, but I was sure they were on the two separate rings on the clip mixed with other keys. Very odd. We have extra keys, so I can get another, but I'm a bit disconcerted.

Well, off to my day. Have a good one yourself.