The nicest perks about being lazy is.. well doing nothing.
But how does one actually do nothing?
fold hands and sit on a couch or better, sleep?
I was resolved to do nothing by way of one hour pilates and then nursing my aching thighs.
A bit of nothing in the way of buying choicest cat food for my darling and picking up dry cleaning, buying eggs and other odds and ends when you're out ready to do absolutely nothing.
A bit of damper on things considering this is caffeine purge week and the aroma of fresh coffee wafting from a doughnut shop held on to my senses, seizing me into a caffeine fix need, which took me all my willpower to get rid of.
One of my favourite things to do when doing nothing is to get lost in isles of strange foods sections and lustily eyeball strange bottles of condiments and pots of pastes.
For example japanese food sections.
So many sauces. Bottles and bottles of shiny obsidian liquid, that might to the general eye just be soy sauce, which it is not.
They have a billion sauces for everything. Teriyaki sauce, sushi dipping sauce, takoyaki seasoning sauce, ramen sauce and so on an on. The tastes are different too. Some are slightly sweet with a tint of sourness, some sour with a melody of sweetness, some salty with a twang of sourness. The differences are subtle, true, but they are there..
And the cheese section.
I kind of lose my marbles when rubbernecking an array of cheeses.
From creamy soft ones to bone hard ones. Smelly and rank ones to pleasantly fruity ones.
Camembert and Brie are almost always on shopping list, cream cheese and gorgonzola always knocking about in my fridge and a big wodge of parmesan a permanent resident in my food larder, and yet staring at big wheels of exotic cheese makes my heart explode into a thousand little heartlets.
The point to this post? Nothing.
Just another way of prolonging nothing activities.
But how does one actually do nothing?
fold hands and sit on a couch or better, sleep?
I was resolved to do nothing by way of one hour pilates and then nursing my aching thighs.
A bit of nothing in the way of buying choicest cat food for my darling and picking up dry cleaning, buying eggs and other odds and ends when you're out ready to do absolutely nothing.
A bit of damper on things considering this is caffeine purge week and the aroma of fresh coffee wafting from a doughnut shop held on to my senses, seizing me into a caffeine fix need, which took me all my willpower to get rid of.
One of my favourite things to do when doing nothing is to get lost in isles of strange foods sections and lustily eyeball strange bottles of condiments and pots of pastes.
For example japanese food sections.
So many sauces. Bottles and bottles of shiny obsidian liquid, that might to the general eye just be soy sauce, which it is not.
They have a billion sauces for everything. Teriyaki sauce, sushi dipping sauce, takoyaki seasoning sauce, ramen sauce and so on an on. The tastes are different too. Some are slightly sweet with a tint of sourness, some sour with a melody of sweetness, some salty with a twang of sourness. The differences are subtle, true, but they are there..
And the cheese section.
I kind of lose my marbles when rubbernecking an array of cheeses.
From creamy soft ones to bone hard ones. Smelly and rank ones to pleasantly fruity ones.
Camembert and Brie are almost always on shopping list, cream cheese and gorgonzola always knocking about in my fridge and a big wodge of parmesan a permanent resident in my food larder, and yet staring at big wheels of exotic cheese makes my heart explode into a thousand little heartlets.
The point to this post? Nothing.
Just another way of prolonging nothing activities.
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