Terra Firma

Another weekend is around the corner.

Two days at your complete disposal, or so we all believe.

Give your car a wash, mow your lawn, prim up your garden, make a lampshade, write a story, brush up piano scales; broken chords and arpeggios, mop the floor, clean up the kitchen, watch a movie, listen to some music, hit the sun and sands, surf, skate, bike. There are a hundred and one different things in the list.

The alarm clock was dipped in the water jar last week (Thanks to Mr.Beans for the great idea). Breakfast became brunch and brunch became lunch, at last. What started off as a cat nap turned out to be a full-blown sleep match with self. It was already dark when I woke up in the evening. The 'hole-in-one' party fizzled out after a couple of drinks.

The possibility of a viral flu attack appears imminent.

Another week ends.