At 8:15 am I was awakened by the mellow reverberations of the harp alarm on my iPad. When I rolled over to dismiss it, I spotted a instant message notification on my locked screen. It was a short and sweet, good morning and I hope I’m not waking you, sort of message that had been delivered at 5:04 am, by the last person I chatted with before falling asleep. It put a smile on my sleepy face.
At 8:45 am I finally dragged my lazy arse out of bed, staggered to the bathroom to do “bathroom stuff”, weighed myself, made my bed, then headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. A friendly word of advice… always weigh yourself between “bathroom stuff” and eating your first meal of the day.
After finishing breakfast, at 9:20 am, I made my way back to the bathroom. I removed the blue nail polish from my toes, showered, let the cat drink water droplets off my hair, towelled myself off, applied moisturizer, cut my toenails and pushed back my cuticles, got dressed, blow-dried my hair, then folded and put away the laundry that had been hanging to dry overnight.
At 10:35 am I checked my email to see what today’s WordPress Writing: Finding Everyday Inspiration prompt is. It’s “Recreate a Single Day”. Easy peasy, I’ve got this one.
I put on a pot of coffee at 10:42 am, then went into my office to check Facebook. I poured my first cup at 11:00 am. It’s now 11:53 am and I’m nearly finished cup number two.
It’s 12:06 pm. I’m sooooooo hungry, but if I eat lunch now, I won’t make it until supper without having to eat again. Perhaps, I’ll grab a handful of walnuts? Yes, I’ll go do that right now. And I’ll refill my coffee cup while I’m at it.
I have spent the last 38 minutes trying, and failing, to not think about food. It’s currently 12:44 pm, and I think might be late enough for me to have lunch. I’m going to reheat the pasta and tomato sauce (from my own tomatoes) left over from last night, and I’m going melt a massive chunk of aged cheddar on top of it because I need some protein for this afternoon’s workout (and also because cheese is my favourite food in the entire world and I really, really want some right now).
It’s 1:34pm. I’m going to start getting ready for the gym now. I plan on leaving here wearing my very short spandex shorts, rather than changing at the gym, despite the fact it’s much too cold (16 degrees Celsius, 60 degrees Fahrenheit) to be wearing summer clothes outdoors. Fun fact: I do not know how to spell Celsius or Fahrenheit. My attempts at spelling both words were so dreadful that my spell checker thingy couldn’t come up with suggestions for me. I had to ask Siri for help.
I arrived at the gym at 2:19 pm. As I had expected, it was too cold to wear my skimpy workout clothes outside, but it was definitely too warm inside to wear anything else. This rapid change is weather seriously sucks. Speaking of the changing weather, the members who took the summer off from the gym are back now. That includes the children who arrive off the school bus. Note to self… I really have to make a point of getting there as early in the afternoon as possible, because I have no patients whatsoever for the high school kids who use equipment as a place to sit, talk, and check their phones.
I got back home from the gym at 4:19 pm, exactly two hours after I had arrived there. Before entering the house, I decided to pop in the greenhouse to water my plants. What a frigging mess in there. There was a windstorm yesterday, and it never occurred to me to shut the door. Empty water bottles were strewn everywhere, and the floor was covered with cherry tomatoes that had blown in from outside. I was squishing them with every step I took. When I got the greenhouse tidied, I came back in, grabbed a few bowls, went back outside picked another metric tonne of ripe tomatoes for sauce, and for tomorrow’s “garden stew”, a few beans, broad beans, and an onion.
At 4:43 pm, I checked my work email. There were two messages in my inbox and they were both shitty news. I’m choosing not to share the details. I will tell you though, that in both cases, I was being informed that something I had hoped would happen will not be happening.
At 5:01 pm, I got out of my gym clothes, washed up, put on my pyjamas and ate supper—a meal that, thank heavens, my Mom had prepared for me while I was at the gym.
After supper, I sat on the sofa sipping cranberry tea and reading Tumblr posts until 7:05 pm.
At 7:06 pm, I cleaned the cat’s litter box.
At 7:07 pm, the cat dirtied his litter box, and I cleaned it again.
It’s now 7:14 pm and I’m about to go paint my toe nails. I think I’m going to go with Revlon’s Bold Sangria. It seems appropriate for this colder weather we’ve been having.
It’s 9:06 pm. I’m seeing a massive floater in my “good eye”. It’s scaring the crap out of me because of my history with my other eye. I’m signing off on this blog post now, because I’m kinda terrified right now and blogging is the last thing I want to be doing.
For, Writing: Finding Everyday Inspiration. “Day Fourteen: Recreate a Single Day”