barely pausing for procrastination

It's been an uneventful Saturday. Beginning with the weekend ritual of breakfast at Indulge, I dragged myself out of bed, showered and wandered out the front door by 7:30. It was worth the scrambled eggs and bacon which are the yummiest ever. Breakfast was accompanied by perusal of the local paper, mainly to check the birth and death notices and other such cheery reading. Next stop, Woolworths for the groceries. Here's a tip for young players. If you get there between 8 and 8:30 the shop is nearly empty. That's right, grocery shopping is almost an enjoyable experience. I ran into a lady from work and we both talked about the bad news of a colleague who this week was diagnosed with a brain tumour. Very sad indeed. Then it was time to race groceries home, dump them all over the kitchen and after throwing the cold things into the fridge and freezer, next stop meditation. Peaceful and clearly somewhat motivating, as I came home and barely paused for procrastination before finishing all the washing and cleaning the house. I rewarded myself for this mighty feat with a cheese sandwich, some giant purple grapes and a cup of French Early Grey Tea (leaves not a bag). It's tremendously refreshing and strange that I like it given that I don't like the English Earl Grey at all. After all that racing about and vacuuming and such I decided twas time for a little rest. I had barely sat on the lounge before my eyes were drooping shut. So I let them. I woke up and looked blearily at the clock on the kitchen wall and thought "Oh My Goodness I have slept until 5:15". So I got up and got busy again washing up the dishes and other bits and pieces until I noticed it was only 4:15. I'd had my own little daylight saving moment of confusion. I could have had more of the sleeping. So I sat down again and read for an hour which was most pleasant. It was the first time since my Kindle arrived on Thursday that I had a proper chance to play with it. I decided I will not allow myself to ever have more than two unread books on it. We shall see how long that lasts. I started The Happiest Refugee by Ahn Do. And there is a Jasper Fforde in the queue. This does not count magazines and newspapers of course. Of course!