Thursday, April 21, 2011

Turn and Face the Strange, Ch Changes

I had a day off and I was determined that I wasn't going to spend it exactly like I always do, chained to chores. Laundry, then grocery shopping, hauling it back up the flights to then clean the whole apartment. Dang, when did I get so boring? I used to be cool! Or at least I thought I was.

Change comes slowly for me. I fear it yet want it more than anything. I long for change, I pray for change. And then again if it rang my doorbell I'd probably pretend I wasn't home.

I didn't actually do anything different but I spent so much time trying to come up with something fabulous that I got real hungry and fixed myself some French toast using dark german bread. I didn't have syrup so I sweetened the egg a bit with sugar and cinnamon, then topped the toast with a little strawberry jam and butter. I ate enough turkey bacon to clog an artery and that was different.

I don't often make breakfast for myself and it was nice to actually have the coffee, juice and hot plate all for me. A little self pampering. It was nice and you could call it a change.


Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone at home?