it started with coffee in bed and the sleepy promise of a lie-in tomorrow.
i had burrowed so far down in the bed during the night that my feet were hanging over the end. i don’t know why i think of this now.
horror – about the amount of work not done yesterday. wondering how on earth i’m going to keep up. surely, someone will catch me out, trip me up at work and speak the words aloud that i currently feel deep “she’s a fraud everyone! she has no idea what she’s doing!”
…yet it doesn’t come.
this tuesday has me dreaming of faraway places and a photo project to complete before i turn 40 in august. i am excited. and gently chiding myself for dreaming up yet another project before i have finished the current ones.
i’m grateful it’s not monday – i shudder to think of a repeat of yesterday, though dinner last night was nice, and the lovely Amanda has generously gifted me her holga.
it’s not wednesday either – that middle of the week day that i’ve started using to do some study
it’s not limited edition – there’s one every week and it’s always in the same place. there is some comfort to be taken in that i suppose
i’ve got no films to collect, no amazing literary predictions to make, no announcements, no secret plans that need revealing… this too brings me a quiet sort of delight.
there’s just the cycle home (in what looks like rain) and some baking to do for anzac day. I need to phone my sister to say happy birthday.
what’s seducing you?