I got up this morning at 3:45 am, and I've another 45 minutes of work to finish before I can hit the sack. Been a while since I pulled a 22 hour day. I might be nice and let myself sleep in until 5:00 am tomorrow.
My glamorous life.
Actually, my life is pretty glamorous, in little ways that are only important to me. Celestial Seasonings has a new white tea out; Perfectly Pear. Light taste of le fruit + a touch of vanilla. I switched to their Decaf White Tea about six hours ago. Highly recommend both to other exotic tea junkies.
Earlier I threw all the pots and pans back into the cabinet and made a sandwiches meal for dinner: Baguette with thinly-sliced roast beef and sharp cheddar (for the man) and croissants with chopped baked chicken (for me & the kiddies). I added low-fat Lorraine cheese, romaine, and horseradish-mustard dressing on mine. Rounded it off with Ba-Tampte garlic dill pickles and egg-potato salad. A bit heavy on the calories, but a good, fast summer meal when you don't feel like cooking or eating a lot.
Now I want some fresh peaches. Sun-warmed, the kind that always dribble juice down your chin the instant you take a bite; preferably picked right off the tree. I have no idea why. I just want them. But we have no peach trees. (Note to self: road trip to that great Farmer's Market in the next town over; asap.)
I also painted for thirty minutes today. It's tragic, what I can do to an innocent stretch of canvas with a mere brush and some primary acrylics. Still loved it.
It's quiet. Everyone bailed on me hours ago. I can hear crickets, a blue jay squawking now and then (stray cat out there, I'll bet) and the hum of the tower fan. These are my writer hours, the read-and-edit end of the day, when I'm tired but happy. Happy with the work and the place where I am. I skipped some chores to watch the kids swim for an hour at dusk. There will be laundry to pay tomorrow, but there's always laundry. Kids aren't always kids.
What sort of personal glamour shines in your life?