I’ve been having the best day. Long, but still great. There have been some palm-readings, some tarot-readings. Paintings and making my hair stand on edge, and I still have to brush out the mess. But I’ll do that tomorrow. Right now I’m tired and since I’m getting up extra early tomorrow, I deserve to not do it tonight.
I’m nearing the end of book 4 in the Harry potter suite. Listening at bedtime, as a alarm-clock, and when I cook or putter around in the kitchen is great. I’m going to be away for the weekend and visit family. If I could chose, Easter would be abolished. I just don’t get it. I love the candy, but I love candy all year around and don’t wait around for it to eat as I want. The bunnies and eggs doesn’t make sense. But I love the tradition about the witches. But that’s only because I love the magic.
And here is something that’s been stuck in my head all day.
I woke up pretty early for a Sunday. I’m okay with that, since it makes getting up on Mondays easier, but at the same time, I wanted to frolic in my bed and never get out of it. I had trouble managing my life today. There was a million little things around my flat that needed to get done. But at the same time, I’ve worked an extra day, after forgetting that I had a morning off, I’ve read a book for work, and spent a wonderful outing to IKEA to buy a sofa and a bed. That takes something out of you.
I’ve moved my big paintings out of the way, so that I can do the assembly of my sofa tomorrow. That truly is more important than the bed. Because the sofa is one of those that turn into a bed with a handshake and two wishes. So I can actually sleep in that one tomorrow. I hope. Delivery is between 14 and 20. And I only work until 15, that is good, but at the same time, what to do if they come around? I’ll have to talk to my schedule-master tomorrow. We call the the oracle of administration. She must have seen this coming on, since I’m not working alone tomorrow at the school where I usually am alone, but this Friday I found out I’ll be having another co-worker there with me. We’ll see how that works out.
But I’ve tried to handle my day in a pretty balanced way. Vacuum, watch a few episodes of Brooklyn nine nine, my latest poison. I’m not done with Top Gear. not yet, but I had the opportunity for the Brooklyn season 1, so I grabbed it and postponed my last few episodes of Top Gear. Next, I am thinking of Blackadder. But.. who knows.
I’ve made pancakes. I haven’t started on my garden even if I considered it for a few glorious moments. Then I decided for a lazy day. And now I’m going to bed to listen to the ending of book of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, read by wonderful Sthpn Fry.
My slice of heaven 