tiny sandwich cookies

I had a day off today! It went something like this:

Wake up. Realise that I don’t have to get up because it’s my day off. Turn off alarm and go back to sleep.

Wake up again. Snuggle deliciously in bed. Read a little bit (T.C. Boyle, Wild Child. Get on it). Snuggle a little bit. Check the social media.

Get out of bed, put comfortable hoodie and moccasins on. Pad to the kitchen and toast myself a bagel. Make tea.

Bring tea, bagel and banana back to bed to eat.

Realise I have to wash my sheets at some point. Get dressed and organise washing. This included clothes, sheets, dishes, kitchen…. I went on a bit of a bender. Then I made cupcakes. I like to have a clean slate when I’m cooking.

And no, this post does not include cupcakes. They’re not ready for public viewing yet. (They’re still naked!)

House inspection time! I’m looking for a place to live in. It’s hard.

Library. For the free internet. And here we are still.

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peanut butter fudge

Sometimes it’s really hard to get out of bed in the morning.

I say this because I think it was past one in the afternoon that I got up today. And then it was another few hours before I deigned to get changed out of my pyjamas. (Don’t get jealous that I get to sleep in on a Monday. It’s my Sunday, and Saturday is my Friday. My week is very messed-up, but that’s ok).

But sometimes it’s not the best idea to lounge in bed all morning reading books. I’m not sure when those times are, but I’m pretty sure they exist. Sometimes you have to be an adult and to illustrate that fact, I would like to link you to this page, which expresses my feelings about that obligation pretty perfectly.

Who needs responsibility anyway?

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