I don’t know if it’s because I slept half exhausted and still in pain that I managed to beat my 4:00-4:30 am body alarm. I woke up at past 5am this morning. So I crawled out of bed around 5:30 and turned on the espresso machine. I’ve been working on my RSS link here and I’m afraid I still didn’t get it right. (RSS Expert advice most welcome.. please leave a comment or e-mail me at gothamchicketsy at gmail.com)
I just want to curl up and spend the rest of the day in la-la land, or in bed just puttering around. I have never been one to sleep all day. There’s something about the sun hitting my eyes — even when I’m asleep — that wakes me up. The thick drapes in the bedroom don’t help — it seems I’m just wired that way.
Even when I was younger and I would come home in the wee hours of the morning, my body would promptly give me a kick in the behind and wake me up when the sun started to shine. I have learned not to fight it.
I attempted to start something with polymer clay last night after not sitting in my craft corner for what feels like ages. Then I realized that the handle to my pasta machine is not where it’s supposed to be. A search through my area while watching the episode of Blue Bloods that I missed didn’t produce the yellow colored part of my contraption, so all I managed was to condition some antique gold clay. I had bought some embossing plates I am dying to use — but I cannot until I can run the clay through the machine. So that didn’t get very far.
Of course, BFF Fe was online (Viber) and we did our usual “Good morning there in New York” and “Good evening, Manila.” Our conversations usually revolve around traffic, the hearing postponement of the day, the plastic flowers (or some such) in the Judge’s sala or the client who just won’t follow his/her lawyer’s advice. Or she talks about Mia, her nephews and Dodong. I talk about the commute into the city, the characters I work with, my make up, and all those other things that make up my world here, 10,000 miles away. Today was short and sweet. She’s exhausted, too.
The last few hours of the weekend and I don’t really have anything planned beyond mass in an hour. Maybe I’ll make nice with my bed again. =) And tomorrow, a new week begins.