It feels like my life has suddenly gone into fast mode. Or maybe I’ve just lost myself in a good book (or 4). I’ve gone to work, come home, read, flung around on the web, started a book-reading club as a part of a community, booked a trip to Copenhagen. What I haven’t done is clean my flat, part for a small vacuum to get rid of eraser gum-filth from my wall mural. I haven’t done the dishes that is starting to look like the mountain Mohammed visited. I haven’t answered all my letters from my pen pals. Just half. The rest are looking at me with sad eyes. I haven’t done any kind of grocery shopping, and my cupboard is starting to echo slightly. I haven’t done any cooking, because who is hungry when one reads a good book? It’s enough sustenance just to read.
Today I have to do my pancakes. I’m going US. of A on these, because I love them with maple syrup. And a few weeks back I was invited to my partner in crimes place and she had bought a jar of it, but decided she loathed the taste. So I got it instead. Yay! Free maple syrup! But at the moment, I’m still doing everything BUT the things I kinda need to do.
I have had a shower. That’s about it. That is my level of achievement this morning, or rather, these last few days. There has been loads of things going on, but at the same time, not enough, or maybe the time when I can calm down and reflect on my life has been missing?
Anyway. I’m about to go do some good now. I’m going to order a pair of stockings for when I’m to be a Witch for work. I’m going to impersonate Baba Yaga and hopefully not scare the small children out of their minds. I’m hoping for at least a few witchery giggles, which landed me the job, but hopefully just a grand time. 2 weeks left until then. I’m also going to try answer at least 2 more letters, and do one quick wash of the most pressing dishes. And then do my pancakes. Because I have the feeling my books might arrive today, and they might be to big to get into my door-slot for mail, so the postman might ring the doorbell for me to answer. Got to be home for that. Usually I can catch him on Tuesdays because I start work later this day. My first late night of the week.
But maybe I should start with something simple. As finding a pair of pants.. Pants are good.
My slice of heaven 