A lovely day out in the Winelands, with some excellent food and wonderful company at The Terrace at Haute Cabrière in Franschhoek. It has left me with a number of tasks to get sorted this evening though, so here’s a quick QP of what greeted me in bed this morning:
Aww. Cute dog, crazy goofy smile, REALLY MUDDY PAWS!
Anyway, one of the tasks to get sorted this evening is remaking the bed with the freshly washed sheets and covers.
And putting in a dog gate somewhere on the stairs.
It’s Monday. Your alarm sounds at 5:30am. Ugh.
The last seven days have been the coldest and wettest (yay!) of the year so far. It’s been one of those weeks that Cape Town housing really isn’t set up for. The ambient temperature of the water in the shower is noticeably lower than usual. It’s going to be a battle to emerge from beneath the heavy winter duvet. The beagle has written a surprisingly good motivation for the immediate construction of an indoor dog loo. We’re all in this together.
The sun rose this morning at a lazy 7:45, by which time the kids were at school and I was negotiating the tricky Claremont rush hour. We’re fewer than three weeks away from June 21st – Cape Town’s shortest day of the year:
Sunrise: 07:51 Sunset: 17:44
Day length:9:53:32
…but because of the tilt of the earth’s axis and the unchanging nature of the solar day, sunrise will continue to be later and later until July 1st, at which point we will only begin daylight at a seemingly ridiculous 7:52am.
What’s more, the boy is in the middle of his first real set of exams (first set of real exams?), and we’re knee deep in revision timetables and the associated stress. No-one wants to even be awake, let alone going to school. I had to employ some pretty radical parenting skills to get the family moving this morning.
I’ve still got nothing on this guy though:
The sun is out today, slowly wandering across the pale blue, cloudless sky. But all I can think about is an early return to the warmth of my bed.
Ready to do it all again tomorrow.
I’ve got a cold.
It’s not Ebola, it’s not “man-flu”: it’s just a cold. But it is making me feel a bit crap, and thus – especially with commitments (very) early tomorrow morning – I’m missing a braai I’d like to be at, and taking to my bed, rather than writing anything hugely meaningful here today.
In Paracetamol we trust.
Nothing from me here today, save for this polite notice informing you of this fact.
This is due entirely to the fact that I’m feeling pretty crap and have holed up in bed with only OTC medication and a load of live sporting action for company.
So yes, it could be worse, but equally it could be a whole lot better too.
Written on my Sony Ericsson Xperia X1. In bed.
Mildly bored.