I don’t think James is up yet. When I’m finished breakfast, I’ll go upstairs and sing to him.
The pills are sorted, the bed is made, and the face is clean and shiny, so other things will begin to fall into place, shortly. The birds are singing for the sun to come up, but it’s not coming up fast enough, it seems.
An uplifting talk is on the way before anything else is done.
I depend on them to start my day!