: It’s windy here today. Really windy. And it’s making me a little, well, something. Crazy? Anxious? Cranky? Tired? Wound up? All of the above? I have a million things to start and don’t have the energy to start one. I have a headache from not having a coffee yet today and no matter no many cups of tea I have, it won’t go away. And I could start up the coffee machine and have a nice cup in the sunshine….but it all seems a little too much effort, so there it sits, on the bench taunting me, and there the head aches stays boring into my skull. Oh the logic baffles even me sometimes…
: I tried to make arancini from left over risotto from last nights dinner and I rolled them up (even got Daisy to help me) fried them off and then they all collapsed. And then turned back into risotto, except fried with lots of oil which was gross, but I ate it, and now I have a distinct oily woozy malaise. Why couldn’t I just throw it out? Oh, no. I ate that nasty oily mess. Oy.
: Daisy and I are up to our old tricks. Again. And so soon! The bad attitude. The talking back. The tantrums. And that’s just me. And I know it’s a combo of her getting back at me for going away, and I know that she has been such a good girl that she is using all she can on me because she, well, can. And she loves me. But it’s hard not to feel upset by it. It’s hard not to feel all that relaxed holiday vibe disappear behind the frustrations of the most stupid things like tipping out water all over the place when I have asked her specifically not to 576 times in the space of 5 minutes. How to maintain the cool? Be the bigger person? It’s my eternal struggle and one I am sorry to see rear it’s ugly head again so soon.
: Despite all this wind, the wooze, the headache, there is plenty of colour around here. Plenty to make me smile. Plenty to make me feel better. Plenty yet to do today. A promised trip to the park. A trip to the post office. A fire to get on, dinner to be made, phone calls to be made, emails to be returned….Monday life.