We are too early for breakfast in the garden. It si too cold yet so early in the morning, but work is waiting, breakfast can't be delayed.
When we cannot go out among the roses to have our breakfast, we have to let the roses come in to us......
Later, at work, I look at my watch. It is about the right time for the first morning coffee. I am about to cry out "Terje, shall I make us some coffee?"
Then I remember. I am at work. Terje is at work. We don't work the same place.
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I grab my mug, the big black one with white polka dots and walk the stairs down to the reception area. I pour myself some coffee and sit down to read the newspaper. Soon a colleague come, then another, and another........
......and life is back to normal. Back to its wonderful normal.
