Totally not discombobulated, I sit here early in the morning with my second cup of coffee feeling pretty pleased with myself. I have no specific reason to other than that it's morning and that the day is about to start and that I'm more than ready for it. Call them the little pleasures of life that thrill me. This morning they do. The coffee tastes especially nice and I've slept well. I can almost pretend that my life is always this simple and straight forward. And why not?
It's the run up to Christmastime and the day that my daughter will be here. The countdown has begun and I'm almost done with my preparations. A present that I had ordered on line arrived here yesterday and I have only one more thing to get. I have enough wrapping paper left and more than enough cellotape. I have some chores to do in the next two days and those will keep me busy and have the apartment look good. It will be a pleasure to get them done. There will be a real purpose behind my actions.
The Exfactor will be here this morning and we will make a grocery list together. I don't want to overburden him with things to get, but we must count on the holiday season and the times that the supermarket will be closed. Christmas is a two day holiday here. It will also be good to see his face and to have a cup of coffee and to generally have a chat. I feel like it's been ages since I've done that, although in reality it hasn't. It's just been a while since I've seen a living human being. I'm starved for company.
It will be good to get the show on the road, although it is a little early to do that now. I can't run the washing machine yet because it would wake up the neighbors, so whatever chore I do, it will have to be a silent one. I think changing the bed would be a good one. I won't get dressed yet, but rummage around in my bathrobe first. It's good to be up early and to feel that you have lots of time to do all the things that you need to do. There's no rush and you're not under any kind of pressure.
Have a good day all of you.