The kitchen beckons and I ignore. How I love this habit of mine though it doesn't hold up too long and I have to trudge towards it and why am I even complaining it's only just Monday but the thing is that today sped off with the speed of light and one moment I was cleaning my house and the other I'm here writing this.
I'd love to lie that this was a productive day however it barely touched the proverbial productive tip and I feel a bit let down.
I mean come to think of it I usually end up with about 4 hours to myself that is when I've nothing to do, no errands to run and no meetings.
I mean mornings are a whirlwind, the usual chores, workout and lunch and by the time I'm at my desk, stretching my neck to get on with business it's already nearly 1pm and those few hours melt away into nothing when I get on with things I want to do and soon it's dark, the cat meows, the sun sets, the night comes in kissing and I'm hovering over a stove.
Ah well..meals are so important and sometimes I envy people who don't mind eating out of cans and tins and do cereals for dinners or toss some frozen sausages in a skillet and nuke veggies in a microwave or just cook instant noodles.
Sometimes I wonder if that isn't the way to a certain happiness as opposed to hours in the kitchen, chopping, mincing, stirring, boiling, rolling, tempering, serving, washing and then repeat.
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