Toast: Sliced bread heated and browned.
Life is all about being forced to get kicked out of bed by one's own common sense, getting the water heater to run, making toast and racing for work.
Making toast on its own deserves the merit of merits of each day. Perfecting one's toast equals perfecting coffee hour. A perfect coffee hour means a lesser evil version of me in the office. A lesser version of me in the office means a more appreciative boss, happier colleagues, tolerant mother, generous siblings and, all in all, a day in la-la land.
Tomorrow's worries are, as usual, casting their ugly heads in my now pained arse. There's nothing more delectable than indulging in a scene of a runaway worker, making it to the airport on time and swiping credit cards for a badly needed ticket for paradise, knowing too that runaway worker is insane for swiping cards about without any idea as to when she will ever be able to pay.
Tomorrow's worries I'll leave for tomorrow. I'll let today be.
Life is all about being forced to get kicked out of bed by one's own common sense, getting the water heater to run, making toast and racing for work.
Making toast on its own deserves the merit of merits of each day. Perfecting one's toast equals perfecting coffee hour. A perfect coffee hour means a lesser evil version of me in the office. A lesser version of me in the office means a more appreciative boss, happier colleagues, tolerant mother, generous siblings and, all in all, a day in la-la land.
Tomorrow's worries are, as usual, casting their ugly heads in my now pained arse. There's nothing more delectable than indulging in a scene of a runaway worker, making it to the airport on time and swiping credit cards for a badly needed ticket for paradise, knowing too that runaway worker is insane for swiping cards about without any idea as to when she will ever be able to pay.
Tomorrow's worries I'll leave for tomorrow. I'll let today be.
