The Day that Wasn’t

I woke up with good intentions. There was that lawn problem still lurking and my clothes were still in the dryer. Groceries needed to be purchased too. But here is a rare glimpse inside my terrible logic. Since my clothes were in the dryer I didn’t have my jeans close at hand so decided that for that reason I would go out. That I should stay home in sweatpants. Except for eggs I reasoned that I had enough food on hand to get me deep into the week. So I didn’t go. Instead I made an alternative version of my Sunday breakfast. I used hot Italian sausage rather than chorizo. I had some requests to make a video of that so maybe on Sunday I’ll tackle that. I didn’t have the right juice so instead drank the mix that I was thinking I’d make a Tropical Tugboat out of. The breakfast burritos were pretty good but not as flavourful as the other version.

With breakfast cleaned up I descended to the basement and watched the Office. I didn’t move for many, many hours. In the middle of the afternoon I prepared some leftovers from the night before and went back down. I watched more office. Then in the evening I fixed myself a bowl of cereal and went back down to watch more Office. Then it was bedtime. I watched a season and a half. Now I’m half done season three.