Back to it. Back to Copenhagen, back to myself. Waking early, meditation, yoga, coffee, morning pages, some Feist, all of the important stuff. Last night I listened to podcasts and cooked, so happy to be back in the kitchen. I scrubbed my face and put on a mask. Shaved my legs and found, after a week on the road, clean socks and a new book to read, all the things that make me happy. It's been sunny and I have all the windows and doors open.
I am easily pleased. A creature of habit, a creature of comfort.