This morning I forewent coffee in favor of health. I read that caffeine increases stress hormones, which can facilitate in the production of fat. So, small steps, I thought.
And now, at 5:30 pm, I can tell you it was all a huge mistake.
Not a single interesting thought has entered my head, my preoccupation instead being with how comfortable my bed is and how happy it would make me.
Indeed, the most taxing thing I've done today is practice singing. Arguably, it was much more taxing for anyone home upstairs, forced to listen to the death rattle below.
Singing is one of my bucket list achievements. It is shaping up to be a slow, agonizing year towards 30. The dog began to cry in the midst of my octaves. Believing he needed some bladder relief, I let him out, only to witness his mad dash to freedom. Instead of trotting to the side yard, as always, he ran so fast down the drive that his front legs caved while the back two continued to push. All the way to the car, parked on the street.
Once back inside, not even through my first octave, he pulled all the stuffing out of his bed, spun in circles, and then growled. Puppy is a harsh critic.
How does this all tie in to my lack of coffee? I have no idea. Don't say I didn't warn you.
2 comments:
Hey - you went to the same singing school as me. I like the sound of your dog. I have a cat called Martin. He just frowns. I like your blog a lot, really glad I found it.
P.
Too freakin' funny!
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