This was how the sunrise looked outside my window the other day.

An urban morning but the rising sunlight is still beautiful reflecting off the branches of the barren winter tree.
That was last week. This was this morning.

That's our city at work, folks.
Yes, when Nudgie and I came home on Tuesday night there was a big sign on our front door informing the residents of our building that NYC was turning off our water at 8:30am the next morning. sigh. I don’t know why but I think it might have something to do with a big, schmancy new hotel that is opening on the new block. So I got up early to relate to this non-water situation. The thing is that I normally do get up early. But I don’t do anything interactive with others, except Leroy. As you know, I am around many people all day long, and I love it, but I need my quiet alone time, too, and that is the morning. I like to stay in my jammies and read and be quiet. But I got up and jumped in the shower, brushed my teeth, made the coffee, made the oatmeal, freshened Leroy’s bowl — did all things water that needed to happen before 8:30am. During the process I became grumpy. I was definitely out of my normal rhythm and I dropped the top of my moisturizer bottle in the toilet (icky) and I spilled my coffee and stubbed my toe. But I also was developing a nice resentment about the whole situation. It was out of my control and that made me resentful. I guess. But then, guess what? The water never did get turned off and so there I was in a bad mood with nothing to blame it on. But by then it was so big and solid that I didn’t want to let it go. So I ended up so crabby that I actually gave myself a headache. Finally, at a certain point, I relaxed and figured out what I was doing and it made me laugh. Whew! I guess in the end that could be called analytical meditation but it sure took me a while to get there. I guess I need to practice more. Does anybody resonate with this kind of scenario?