Today is my day off. The only structure that exists to this day is that I have Power Yoga at 9.30 (in an hour) and that I don’t have my Ute (Utility vehicle) to drive around in as it has gone off with SH to get a service. So, what to do, what to do? Clearly, I am blogging now because, once again, I am several days behind. Also, it’s a way of not doing the vaccuming, the dishwasher or a load of clothes…you know me.
I have promised Gillian some posts of my gorgeous old op-shop cookbook, but my Mum has absconded with it on her last visit here (which sounds like ‘the dog ate my homework,’ Gillian. I’m so sorry. I am normally, very reliable). I have found an historical short story competition, which I have a short story for…but I need to knock off a couple of thousand words or so, and it is still in longhand…eeek. I have rosebushes that need pruning, a horse that needs worming, black bananas that need baking and an experiment involving coffee grounds that needs trying and did I mention the housework? Yeah, you’re right…that will still be there when I get back.
It’s my day off. I’d like to write. I’d like to read in front of the fire. I’d like to get some movies and snuggle in front of them…and then rewind to watch the bits that I missed when I nodded off. I’d like to eat some chocolate and not gain a kilo, too. I’d like an extra day off, to enjoy my day off. I’d love to have the guts to try freelance instead and make it work.
I wonder what it feels like to be bored?