In the long memory of Today

Say one thing about today say I couldn't catch a damn break.
Morning happened quickly.
Wake up.
Fix breakfast pack lunch
Finish chores
Workout (yoga)
Lunch
Exit house for the planned supermarket jaunt
Come back home and that's when it all started going crazy.
So I reached home later than expected because traffic jam.
Once home it was something of an unwinding of everything.
The moment I entered the house all the cats were assembled in a semi circle, waiting for me to come in so they could ambush me with their relentless underhanded stares because they were hungry and their lunch was more of a late breakfast.
I didn't even change clothes and I began fixing their food, then cleaned their water bowls. After which all the groceries I'd bought had to be arranged, meats had to be portioned and frozen, ditto for fish.
After that a quick dough making was required because tonight was pizza and after that (mind you I'd still not changed out of my outside clothes) all the flowers I'd bought needed to be arranged in vases and that was another Herculean task because the damn flowers had far too many leaves all over and first those were plucked out after which the arrangement happened and the mess it left behind of a thousand leaves and stems which was made into another mess because the cats found it fun to kick them around;my house was a green carpet of rich foliage and utterly indescribably chaotic.
I then commenced with program cleaning and broomed everything, and then the usual evening essential oils and incense and candles rituals happened after which finally I changed into my lounging clothes (phew) and then, finally, I locked eyes with the mug of coffee I'd bought from the supermarket coffee shop.
To reheat it and add sugar to it was for me the work of moments and with a gigantic exhale I sat on the couch, put on some music, caught up with the tube and gave myself sometime before once again plunging into the deadly details of domesticity.

I am what someone might call frazzled from today's work and as I sit in bed, trying to read the last few chapters of 'the fires of vengeance' I wonder and recall how fun this night last year was.