The world runs like clockwork. Mine runs like a clock which doesn’t work.

I am getting bored of this self-imposed break. Days repeat. Weight-training at the gym: Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Saturday morning, 9:00am BodyBalance class, followed by lunch with Nisa, then lounging at Starbucks/Borders together. On Sundays I go mad.

My favourite barista tells me she’s resigning next Wednesday. She tells me she can’t refill my pot tea, can’t give me extra hot milk, can’t look after my notebook when I run out of the cafe for a bite. (Then giggles and does it anyway.) I’ll miss having someone telling me she can’t do things for me.

But it will be a change, and perhaps change can be good.

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Current Mood: Inert.
Current Music: Arvo Part - Cantus In Memory of Benjamin Britten