I finally got a few days off, it’s three days into my holiday and I’ve been meaning to take advantage of my free time to go out and do something fun but I haven’t done it yet.
I wake up at 10am after having gone to bed sometime in the vicinity of 4am (I’ve been binge watching Game of Thrones) and refuse to leave the bed while I check my mail and the various websites I frequent. Around noon I wander downstairs to make breakfast, find the mess of dishes left from the night before and decide to clean the kitchen while I’m at it. Three hours later the kitchen is spotless, my throat is sore from singing and I haven’t had breakfast yet.
A glance at the clock reveals that I should actually start thinking of what to prepare for dinner soon. I decide to forego breakfast as a meal and munch on toast while googling recipes that make use of whatever ingredients can be found in my kitchen (tomatoes and rice, that’s about it).
A pot of Portuguese tomato rice and 3 episodes of Game of Thrones later I’m full, I’m tired, it’s headed towards evening and you know what? Tomorrow is another day off, I can go out tomorrow.
I settle down to read a book.