Morning

And so it was that I found myself, at 10:30pm, standing in the kitchen, apron tied about my waist, cup of Sleepytime Tea steeping on the counter, Bach playing quietly through the computer speakers, dirty dish in my hand. This was a surprising position to be in. It’s not that I am a party animal by any stretch of the imagination [see "H is for Homebody"], but I am what you might refer to as “housework-averse.” To be spending my Friday night washing dishes, when I’d managed to avoid the task for the entire week prior, qualified as odd behavior.

Perhaps it was some bizarre nesting instinct, brought on by the realization that waking up in a house with a filthy kitchen would put a pallor of responsibility on my weekend. Awaking to an empty sink, on the other hand, would free me to enjoy a cup of Organic Mint Melange Tea and my morning blogs unencumbered by nagging voices that would implore me to do something about the state of the kitchen.

And so it is that I now find myself, blissfully content, sipping my warm beverage, preparing to see what the rest of the world has been up to while I slumbered. I think it will be a pleasant day today. I even have a slight urge to process a load of laundry. We’ll see how that goes. Wouldn’t want to go overboard, now.

This day in blog history:

• Barcelona Dreaming - 2008
• Color Challenge Finalists for August - 2007
• Me? Addicted? - 2007