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Jul. 6th, 2008 11:43 amThis morning I went to the market and in a few minutes I'm Confluxing. I was supposed to rest in between, but my phone was turned on so I lost all but 20 minutes of my rest time to people who felt they needed to call, and Phill had to come a bit earlier to pick me up because he has family obligations, and I decided it was better to blog in these last minutes, take pain killers to tide me over till I'm drunk and save all my unsober messages for my food blog, where today I actually chronicle the progress of the alcohol. Just as well I'm Jewish and Sunday isn't a day of rest for me, because I've had about 15 minutes without stuff to do since I woke up at 7.30 am.
I am *so* not a morning person. I babble, as you can see. It's worse than usual because I ran out of coffee, last night. I drank two cups at the market, but I have none for now, when it really counts.
The good news is that I have wonderful stuff in my fridge, so it will be a good week: roast chicken tonight and then goat curry later in the week. Lambs' hearts must wait till I feel ghoulish. Then my coffee order will come (probably Tuesday) and then I'll stop whingeing about the no-sleep thing - but it was quite cold last night - less than -3 - and so I kept waking up to turn the heater on for a few minutes and I had *interesting* nightmares and.... do you think anyone will notice if I sleep during the meeting bit this afternoon and just wake up for the drinks?
I will reclaim shaped sentences when I'm more awake. In the meantime, I have five bunches of daffs unfolding in my kitchen and they make my life joyous and help my eyes stay open. I'm not quite at the stage where I'm eyeing them off for caffeine content.
Oh! I just realised!! I have Ethiopian coffee to tide me over. No use for a quick cup, because it needs to be dry fried (Ethiopian roasting method the nice lady at the restaurant taught me) but if I dry fry it tonight I have have the world's oldest bean type for breakfast. Or I could make coffee from coffee shells, but that has way too little caffeine and takes a while because of the spices. Likewise the coffee and chicory is just not strong enough, though it would normally be massively tempting. Truly, I'm not a caffeine junkie. Well, not on other days - just today.
My loungeroom has to be draped in wet sheets before I go, so I'd better make a move.
I am *so* not a morning person. I babble, as you can see. It's worse than usual because I ran out of coffee, last night. I drank two cups at the market, but I have none for now, when it really counts.
The good news is that I have wonderful stuff in my fridge, so it will be a good week: roast chicken tonight and then goat curry later in the week. Lambs' hearts must wait till I feel ghoulish. Then my coffee order will come (probably Tuesday) and then I'll stop whingeing about the no-sleep thing - but it was quite cold last night - less than -3 - and so I kept waking up to turn the heater on for a few minutes and I had *interesting* nightmares and.... do you think anyone will notice if I sleep during the meeting bit this afternoon and just wake up for the drinks?
I will reclaim shaped sentences when I'm more awake. In the meantime, I have five bunches of daffs unfolding in my kitchen and they make my life joyous and help my eyes stay open. I'm not quite at the stage where I'm eyeing them off for caffeine content.
Oh! I just realised!! I have Ethiopian coffee to tide me over. No use for a quick cup, because it needs to be dry fried (Ethiopian roasting method the nice lady at the restaurant taught me) but if I dry fry it tonight I have have the world's oldest bean type for breakfast. Or I could make coffee from coffee shells, but that has way too little caffeine and takes a while because of the spices. Likewise the coffee and chicory is just not strong enough, though it would normally be massively tempting. Truly, I'm not a caffeine junkie. Well, not on other days - just today.
My loungeroom has to be draped in wet sheets before I go, so I'd better make a move.