what the what the

 Who me?

I just woke up after a nap, if you call two hours of uninterrupted afternoon sleep a nap and I am positively confused.

This is most unlike me but one moment I was sitting in front of the machine typing stuff and the other I was in bed shutting my eyes and dying. Am I so exhausted? What the fuck even? Anyway, I woke up wanting tea and toast. Most odd and perhaps I will have the toast and hold up on the tea. 

My cats have been generally MIA as they are loathed to come home and do anything. They've been out and about, lounging under trees and mostly giving in to their cat instincts because this is the kind of warmth they love I think. It won't be long until they start hating it.

It's getting hotter which means I should probably start keeping extra water for the cats downstairs.

It won't be long before I have to start on lunch but before that there's a mountain of clothes to be folded.

LIfe is full of far too many ughs!!

Hmph..later!

Woe is all those things I need to do and how I learn to pursue procrastination with a passion.
Falling off a determination wagon and into the idle arms of prolonged lingering.
Delving into a questionnaire realm of the why of things and coming out besmirched with an answerless grin.
A simple shrug, shoulder roll, eye roll, yawn and thus commences and auto kill switch mode, one that shuts down all sources of will and tenacity.
Blame the weather, the languorous onslaught of incoming weekends which even though a couple days away is still enough to bring out a haze of permeating dilatoriness, a miasma of sweet sweet negligence.

the chore challice

Waking up with a single minded pursuit and fueling that feeling, turning it into an overzealousness frantic madness by thinking it over and over as you have your morning glass of water, fruit and tea.

A one track quest to clean your house, and not just clean it in the ordinary sense, but transform yourself into a human equivalent of vacuum cleaner -cum duster- cum mop-cum broom-cum scrub and renew the house from its very core.

From scrubbing windows and glass things to a mirror shine to replacing moth balls and moisture absorbing polymer beads in your closet.

From changing bed linen to changing curtains.

From giving your porcelain wares and china a baking soda bath to sunning winter clothes.

Here's to replacing your morning solace with a set of strenuous chores.

Done and dusted. Took about 3-4 hours and I have lived this day to the fullest, and man am I tired. Can this be an excuse to not work out today? I wish.

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ah, how the blood maroon brings out the serenity of lovely almond eyes.