Someone darling brought a cup of coffee to the bedside table for me before leaving to do chores, but instead of sitting up immediately to drink it I dozed off and have been awakened by the phone at 7:14.
So now’s the time to LEAP UP and go for a three-mile walk — before it gets too hot — but do I?
Hell no! I pour the coffee back into the pot and turn the machine on to warm it up, and I put on my fluffy green housecoat and get back into bed to chase off the chill in this 68-degree house.
I SO do not do the things that would be best for me. The shoulds.
It was past eight o’clock last night before it was cool enough for walking, and then I thought, “But it’s pyjama time” and got ready for bed instead.
This morning there is smoke in our yard from the BC fires.