Whoops!
Eight a.m. and I am awake where I had hoped to sleep at least until two. The game plan is changed. Tiredness still hovers just beneath my skin so if I turn the morning into a flurry of achievement I can go back to bed at two and sleep until eight this evening.I usually get to the station by ten forty five to take care of any loose ends before air time at midnight on the dot (and I still need to find a really good clock striking twelve effect, not cheesy or would be scary, just hello it's twelve and I am with you kind-of-thing) so eight would give me time to wake and turn night to morning. Even six would be okay.
So laundry, wash the car, walk (not drive) to Speightstown and back to run some errands and a general whip around the house to clean up and I should be properly exhausted. My BA sleepmask from my last London trip will solve the light issue and I will be in great shape.
Time for another cup of tea and then I'll quiet down and see if there's a morning poem in me waiting to escape and either way I will dive into the day and make it work.
Oh, I love it, in the margin ads beside my text box I am told I need never be rejected again or that i can make someone fall in love with me immediately. Pretty powerful stuff! There is not a huge pool of people in my area to choose from and most of them have their upper age limit lower than my personal number, which I have found really makes a difference to some.
And while youth with flesh all closely anchored to the bone is luscious I am not inclined to open kindergarten in the ways of lust and satisfaction, at least not this month or week . I have learned never to say never because it hurts my heart when I break promises to me.
The day awaits and tea is on the menu backed up by crumpets dripping butter just enough to make me need to lick my fingers. Life is good!