It dawned bright and clear.
I know this because I was still awake. Meaning, not having gone to sleep at all the night before.
Me, the Bitch Hermit of Centurion, Pretoria, south Africa, actually spent a whole evening in the company of other people. and I did not die. hoe strange is that!! I even threw back a few shooters – more notably chocolate vodka. Gave me the hiccoughs for a while, but it was quite delicious nonetheless 😉 of course, it did not stay in for too long, which is probably the reason I don’t have an actual hangover this afternoon after my nap!
But I went there with absolutely no expectations, and had an actual good time! Not the least spending time with a social butterfly, but such a cool guy, it was all good 😉
as such, no washing has been done today. And I’m still contemplating getting the garden dude to dig the hole for my post box – it’s 2 pm and seriously hot here in my neck of the woods. Think I’ll just show him where it must be dug for next week. Which will also be next year.Then he can do it early morning before the day gets too hot, and I don’t plan on going through the night again next week Friday.
Then again, these completely unplanned things usually turn out for the best in the end, and although my body is feeling the lack of sleep and lack of food and dancing muscles unused for a looong time, I might just do it again should the opportunity present itself 😉
You should see this day. Bright sun, every so often hiding it’s face behind the fluttering clouds. When it comes out, it’s yellow, buttery light covers everything in a layer of the softest shine, no wind blowing anywhere. Just the leaves soaking up the golden rays, storing the energy for the long winter months, using some of it to fill out and grow taller and stronger. It really is a beautiful day, even if it is a scorcher.
Hope your day is going swimmingly, and here’s a joke – just to pass the time…
An artist asked the gallery owner if there had been any interest
in his paintings on display at that time.
“I have good news and bad news,” the owner replied. “The good
news is that a gentleman inquired about your work and
wondered if it would appreciate in value after your death. When
I told him it would, he bought all 15 of your paintings.”
“That’s wonderful,” the artist exclaimed. “What’s the bad
“The guy was your doctor.”