Something seems to be a bit off with the way I am moving through time. It is already toward the end of the afternoon and you can not imagine my surprise when I looked at the clock and saw that it was. I thought it was still sometime around noon. Don't ask me where the hours went, but I am having a good enough time spending them. There is never a dull moment and I just said goodbye to my friend M. who came to drink her usual cup of coffee with me.
We were talking about food we like and the conversation turned to baked goods and before I knew it, I had promised to make a cheesecake because we know enough people who can help us eat it so that we won't be stuck with it all by ourselves. I do have a good recipe for one in my trusty Betty Crocker cookbook that traveled with me from the States.
My friend M. is quite a cook herself and makes the most interesting things for dinner and I always am interrogating her about what she is going to fix next. I love descriptions about food and I am the perfect person to watch cooking programs all day.
To my great astonishment, I slept twelve hours last night and that is why I must be in such a good mood today. Normally I sleep about six hours all together and I know that's not enough sleep. I am hoping to do a repeat performance tonight. I know that in a very half asleep state I let Tyke out back once and also visited the toilet, but was asleep again the moment my head hit the pillow. Needless to say, I did not take a nap this afternoon, although I am yawning now.
I was out of coffee this morning and tried to become a functioning human being with several cups of tea, but it wasn't the success I hoped it would be. Luckily, the Exfactor did the groceries early and I didn't have to wait too long for my first caffeine. There was a dramatic change in my mood after that. Well no, I am exaggerating. I am not really the awful person I make myself out to be in the morning. I just suffer a bit without coffee. I am much happier once I have had it.
The Exfactor has been buying whole fat, lactose free milk and it taste so much better than low fat milk that I will never drink that again. When I heat up a glass of it, it even gets a nice skin on it. It's creamy and has a different color too. Gandhi loves it and so do I.
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We have recently changed back to full milk, well, Beloved has, I am lactose intolerant. He says it’s much nicer than the watery stuff.
It’s brilliant to get a good night’s sleep. My nights are either very short, or I sleep hardly at all, so when I get the regulation 7-8 hours I am a new woman.
I don’t like sleeping pills every night, I become addicted too quickly, but occasionally, when I’m very tired or know that I won’t sleep without, I treat myself.
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