Because it's Saturday.

Because it is Saturday, I am postponing the start of the day again. Well, I am famous for that, aren’t I? If there is one thing that I’m very good at, it is postponement.

I am sitting here in my bathrobe with my second mug of coffee and the dog is laying by my feet. He has completely given up on me. I think there was some hope when I got up to answer the phone, but he then realized that it was a false alarm and he just had to lie down again.

I am finding it difficult to write a post. I have been writing in six sentences and now it is hard to write in more. I keep wanting to make my point after I have written five.

I had my hair cut shorter on Thursday afternoon. A very nice girl who had never cut my hair did it and she did a good job. She agreed that it had not been cut short enough the first time and then refused to charge me for the job she did. What service! Now I have a very good haircut and a new hairdresser who does a good job on my hair. I am not made up and dressed yet, so I can’t take a picture, but I will do that later today and show you what I look like.

I met a friend in town yesterday afternoon and we sat on the heated terrace of Café Monopole. I had a cappuccino and a glass of dry white wine and she had a tea. I ate her chocolate and her cookie as well as my own. She is watching her weight. I am too, watching it, I am.

We walked into town and I bought a very nice long sweater on sale for 5 Euros. That’s like giving it away, isn’t it? I paid for it with all the change that I had in my wallet, so it wasn’t even real money. Real money is when it is paper and not coins and 20 cent pieces.

I caught the bus home and immediately tried on the sweater with my mini skirt and a pair of gray leggings and my not so tough boots. It al looked great and I was happy. See how easy it is to make me happy these days? All it takes is 5 Euros. I paid more for my cappuccino and white wine.

The Exfactor was here yesterday to do his laundry. I left him when the machine was in its spin cycle. He also walked the dog for me and it was very funny to observe them walking down the street together, because the Überhund was definitely taking advantage of the situation and dragging the Exfactor along with him. He can be such a bad dog.

I am as good as over my dip. I am not jubilating and shouting off the roof tops, but I am also not staring down a dark hole. I feel very quiet, as if I don’t have a lot to say and all my words have been swallowed up. I put much effort into making conversation so as to not seem unkind, but I was awfully quiet at creative therapy, which maybe is not that surprising considering everything.

People very quickly think you’re in a bad mood when you’re quiet, so you have to reassure them that you’re not. Sometimes I just have no idea what to talk about and idle chit chat seems impossible. I’m always glad when there is someone there who is a talker, so I can listen and just nod and say, “Yes, no, I see, you’re right, etc.”

Well, now I really do have to get the day started. The poor dog needs to eat and go for his walk. I am such a bad person for prolonging it so.

Have a great day, all of you. Enjoy your Saturday.

Ciao...