Pause and eggs on toast
Oh, the dreams you have after drinking. Does beer make you dream about the things you want or alternate realities to try before you decide on them? Last night, after a long evening at the 141 challenge, I dreamt my parsnips grew and I quit my job to become a grape picker.
I’m enjoying a quiet breakfast moment in Subi before my packed weekend begins. Friend stuff, family stuff, maybe a bit of garden stuff if I can sneak a bit of time this morning. It’s a healthy sort of busy, I’ve decided. Trying to stay off the computer today because I’ve been a little meh, and I read a book by an autistic lady who said computers have a hypnotic effect on her and she gets nothing done.
So no staring at my computer today. Maybe some phone fun, or the odd reference, but I would like to spend today hypnotised by the world instead of a box. Except for Expendables 2 later. That’s ok.