How I Know I’m In The Right Place

This morning, a rainy Wisconsin morning and an I slept in type morning, Cindy was already up, sipping coffee and reading in the sunroom. This is our weekend morning place. The patio door was open and the softly falling rain was soothing. We sat and read for a while, discussed our plan for the day, and grudgingly decided to get started.

I started laundry and Cindy started breakfast.

At one point she wandered over to the stereo. The stereo on the bookcase in the sunroom now is hers from her apartment. Her father made the bookcase and I like that her stereo is back on it. Cindy sampled some radio stations and finding nothing worthy of our listening enjoyment, she looked through some CD’s nearby.

Of all the things that I could have heard coming out of the stereo I was pleasantly surprised to hear her pre-nine o’clock selection. Liz Phair.

This is how I know I am in the right place.

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