Sometimes monkey sees but monkey can't do. Days off are full of possibilities and choices. There are so many things to do and see. We love eating breakfast out and there are so many amazing inexpensive spots in the neighborhood. I also love making breakfast at home and spending the morning hours lounging, drinking coffee before heading out to meet the day.
Sometimes though, the axis tilts. The thought of sitting amongst humans and having to interact with the world is too daunting. Getting out of my bedtime clown clothing is just too much to deal with. I'm sure there is a pill I could take to help with this but I don't 'wanna be right'. I serve my time in life to receive these day passes and one should be able to spend them as they please. And if that means you don't get out of bed but to urinate, than who's business is it anyway?
Saturday was one of those days. Even walking the two feet from the bed to the stove to go fry an egg was an exhausting prospect. More coffee only confirmed that I was way unfit for exterior adventures. Now I was nervous and unstable looking.
Thank the Mexican take-out gods for Pequena. They understand these things. They provide comfort in a round foil container filled with your desires.
P had the bacon omelet, potatoes and toast. I had the Breakfast Burrito, beans and rice. Chips and salsa side. Heavenly. Even better when you can't get your head out of your ass enough to put on a shoe let alone operate cooking apparatus. Even sitting upright in a public place can prove to be overwhelming for the socially decrepit.
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