Waking up with a start from my afternoon sleep, I look at my watch. Six o’clock in the evening. The whole day has vanished and there’s so much to do.
“You could make me a cup of coffee, if you wanted to be useful,” I say to the panther and he just stretches and climbs onto the windowsill. Sprawling along it, he gazes out into the garden. “Go out if you want,” I say, opening the window. He doesn’t. He sits behind the glass, watching the magpies hop around the garden.
Somehow, in the next hour or so, need to:
1. Have bath and wash hair.
2. Unload dishwasher.
3. Unpack and repack suitcase.
4. Pack medicine bag with enough pills for the next few days: carbamazepine, duloxetine, antihistamine, letrozole, anti-constipation pills…
5. Clean lenses. And Ears. Haven’t cleaned newly-pierced ears enough today.
6. Cook and eat supper.
7. Achieve early night as have booked a train ticket for 10.46am tomorrow to see my Seb. At least have done this one thing already, but can’t remember now why thought it would be a good plan to catch such an early train. Presumably wanted to spend as-long-as-possible with my darling boy.
Argh. No idea what the weather will be doing over the weekend. Or what our plans are. Think am going to start with a bath as, yet again, it has been several days since the last one.
The attached chimpanzee mural lives nearby.
Happy Friday everyone!
*2003. By Michael Mallory. An Amelia Watson mystery.