Good Morning, Monday – and a very fine Monday youÂ are too. No rain! No wind! Sun! A great shame that I missed the better part of you through lying abed. Sunday night and your early hours were a great trial to me. Perhaps that Chicken Dopiaza was consumed just a little late in the day…
I would like to report that I am fit and able and eager for the fray but I fear that last night’s lack of sleep has set me back a notch or two. Yesterday’s visions of me as the energetic house frau, busy at Monday’s routine? No, itÂ is not going to transpire.
Sorry, Monday. Perhaps you and I can get together next week instead. I’m away to do a little gentle knitting (completing my handspun sock) and some minimal-time cooking (Penne Carbonara and salad) and then some more gentle knitting (which may be a new, comforting and nerve-soothing cast on)Â while I catch up on this year’s Royal Institution Lectures. It’s mid-January already and I have neglected them too long.
In short, I have great plans for idleness. Today is a day for R&R. For complete and utter indolence.Â (cf The Yarn Harlot’s recent post)
In a perfect world, there would be chocolate.