Dear diary,
I abhor most wholeheartedly that I have to wake up early these days in the winter and fix things around the house.
I loathe not having a moment of repose after waking and getting accelerated full throttle into the machinations of the day.
I dislike this morning time of bustling busyness.
What I really want is the languorous momentum that I have grown to love.
To slowly wake up and not care.
Maybe have some water, a cup of tea before diving straight ahead into the deeps..this however is such a contradiction to what usually happens.
More like I wake up and immediately Wade into the deepest, murkiest end of the ocean and start sinking.
There's a small window during this time that I write in after torpedoing through the house with numerous chores that seem to write off like a list in my head which I keep striking off one after another that somewhat irk me because I'd like to go about mornings with the speed of a sleepy snail and not an over caffeinated bullet.
Well then!! To tea.
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