Morning and I listen to Veena Sahasrabuddhe's Raag Khayal, as I sit in my shiny, just cleaned house, the still wet floors glinting; sipping on my morning dose of water to contemplate and figure out today I watch the clock tick and the skies gather clouds one moment and reflect light the other.
Today is that sort of day, Friday which doesn't feel like one, sweetly warm and overcast with hints of sunshine and the windows stay open through the day which might perhaps explain why my frequency in dusting the house has increased.
Today is for a large mug of tea and I look forward to that while casting away the tiredness that comes by way of burning eyelids from lack of sleep.
The cold brew from yesterday did me no favours and it's more of a concentrate than a brew. Delicious and malevolent and I'll have to dilute it with water and lots of ice before drinking or I can bid farewell to my nights of sleep.
Today is cardio and lengthy yoga.
But first, tea my darling.
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