Saturdays are perhaps supposed to be for resting. I’m always slightly disappointed in myself when I do the thing that everyone is supposed to do, but I needed a stop so I stopped. All these events with late hours and strange requirements, meeting all sorts of people and throwing energy at big crowds. Staying alert and present late at night when everyone else is relaxing…
I crashed a bit this morning and didn’t really try to turn it around. Late lie in and then a desultory potter around the flat looking for things last minute that I can take and sell in bulk tomorrow at the Battersea Car Boot Sale. I’m going back. More frantic jumble sale nonsense. I’m not so well prepared this week though. Haven’t charged up my speaker. I could maybe go do it before sleep but I won’t. I’m naked in bed and it’s in my car.
What have I done today? Made a box of stuff to sell. Eaten toast and marmite. Read a bit. Had a pie. Dozed… Not productive. But it’s a Saturday and I’m not ashamed. Now I’m in bed post bath, and it’s early. And I’m gonna go to sleep even as the light fades from the sky. There’s plenty to do before the boot sale and I’m gonna do it all in the morning so long as I don’t sleep through my alarm.
Lou has been at Glyndebourne all day again doing the work that makes it possible for us to go and see lovely opera. Brian got home this evening as I was munching on pie. I have a feeling he is as knackered as I am. We are both in our respective bedrooms.
I can’t have too many lazy days like this with summer on the way. I want the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. But occasionally one is allowed to recuperate. Hopefully I’ll bounce up tomorrow recharged and ready for the car boot sale.
AlBarclay 