#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

An Ordinary Day

This is my favorite kind of day–an ordinary one. The draw behind the house is cloud-filled–the weather-person is predicting snow for later–Sadie is snoring away nearby, sleeping off her breakfast. :) (Since it hasn’t been that long since she was sleeping off supper, I can only conclude that it’s a dog’s life. For her, anyway.)

The fire will be flickering on the hearth, and I’ll heat up yesterday’s split pea soup on the stove.

Today I’m celebrating the ordinary, because that’s my plan for 2010 and beyond. I’m even planning on celebrating the frustrations and the disappointments we all get–because I want to see what will happen. (I’m big on experiments, which is probably why I love working in mixed-media art–it’s all about happy accidents and discoveries that make my heart smile.)

Oh, there is a lot to be grateful for in an ordinary day.

I’m keeping count.

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