The simple joy of a normal morning

It is cold, but bright outside.  Sunshine is pouring through the living room window.  The dog is curled nose to tail around her favorite red fleece blanket on the sofa. I am sipping coffee from my favorite mug--the cobalt blue one from the Dodge Poetry Festival. Our apartment is quiet.  The boys are at school, my husband at work and all I can hear is the tapping of my fingers on the laptop's keyboard and an occasional sigh as the dog dreams.