Notes from the Underground – Day 25

(with apologies to Dostoevsky)

I opened my eyes and stretched in bed. ” What shall I do today, I wondered?   Shall I wear my gray sweatpants or my pink ones? It’s so difficult to choose.   I checked for the time on my clock radio and then remembered that I am on holiday and sleeping in the guest bedroom; what a lovely change that has been, so exciting!  Tomorrow night it will be back to my usual bedroom.   I really should get up and get some exercise I think, those two flights of stairs going down to the kitchen will be perfect.   Goodness, it’s only 11 am, I wonder why I woke up so early?  Time for breakfast.  Where shall I eat my breakfast?  At the kitchen table, or the dining room table, or maybe the TV room or even my office – just for a change?  The kitchen table I think.  The dining room table is covered with laundry to be sorted, the TV room has a stale popcorn smell and my office would need to be shovelled out first.  All tasks waiting and ready for another day.   Let’s see, what shall I eat for breakfast, perhaps some chocolate ice cream with caramel sauce?  That would start the day nicely, though I did have that yesterday so maybe I should have something else just for nutritional variety.  I have some cookies, they’d be nice with the caramel sauce, or perhaps even better,  the brownies I made?  Excellent; oh I can tell already it’s going to be another lovely day at home!”

P.S. My cat, Sheba (full name: Sheba Get Off The Table) has just told me to: “Suck it up, Buttercup!  I have been inside this house for 8 years, 135 days, 7 hours and 13 minutes.  But who’s counting?”

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