I love mornings. They are like unwrapped presents full of untold promise.However, at about ten thirty I fade rather dramatically and have to drag myself through the rest of the day. Only joking , a bowl of fruit and yaourt sorts me out and puts me on till lunch time. What slaves we are to blood sugar levels and having to eat that food stuff, does any one else ever get sick of it? Again I jest, we are fortunate to live in a society where we are not starving and living day to day for survival.
So back to untold promises wrapped in cheap holagraphic paper with labels written in felt tip pen.
Yes so far I am happy.
The sun shines and my méteo tells me its 9 degrees in the out there. Not three bad for the month of novembre.
I'm sure it was bloody freezing this time last year.
MMMN what shall I choose to do. I think I'm actually going to paint the kitchen. I like to surprise Jamie with these things. I'm quite sure he trust my creative instincts.
We have pink or white paint in the cave (cellar).
Wonder which one I will choose.......
but first muesli and a hot mug of chicory. I do like chicory (pretend coffee). I do , really.
Then a bit of doctor prescribed yoga. That and the tablets should get me through till Spring, she reckons. I agree.
so off to unwrap all that promise of the day .......
enjoy yours.
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