nothing to do but dream

Isn't there something really nice about getting up moderately early on a Saturday (or any day, really) and drinking coffee by yourself and listening to music and reading for an hour or two? It's one of my favorite things to do, and one of the times I most like living by myself. I'm listening to Jolie Holland and about to read some Margaret Atwood and then meet an old-but-mostly-absent friend for crepes to discuss the states of our lives. Of course, then I have to go to work, but I still think it's going to be a good day.