Morning and my small list of chores has expanded to an essay on dreary domesticity, so much so that I've had to squeeze in my workout much like a morning lemon except I'm the one who'll be losing all the juices.
Today promises to be long and it doesn't help that today happens to fall on a Tuesday.
Now that's just delicious ain't it?
My plans at waking happy are continuously thwarted by an inner insistence to poke knives at moving bodies, a small demand that I compensate by slicing and gouging soft flesh of avocados.
I've often thought of extending my nights to reimburse the morning annoyance and disinclination to work, however I find myself worn out even if absolutely fresh to do any work that might expect me to be creative or physical.
If work were binge watching series and movies then I'd be most industrious at nights, sadly that isn't the case and as disenchanted as I am by mornings they seem to be able to extract most out of me no matter the resentment.
In the past four hours since I've been awake there's been a sizeable amount of work I've been able to plough through, thus hopefully leaving me with some free time in afternoon to get done with a bit of clicking and editing if time and light permits that is.
Right..up up and away!
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