fajrdrako | Saturday

I woke up this morning at six, checked the weather, decided that umpteen degrees below zero was too cold to go out and I didn't need to go to yoga class anyway. Slept another two hours.

When I did get up, disaster happened. I put on my dressing gown and wandered sleepily into the bathroom. Now, for a long time, I've had this pretty cylindrical container, about three inches high, one inch across, vaguely Chinese in design, that originally had a bamboo plant in it. I long ago replanted the bamboo. And I'd filled the pot with tiny blue stones, the kind you might put in a goldfish bowl, if you had a goldfish and a bowl to put it in. I'd stored this pot on the shelf over my toilet.

Well, sleepy and clumsy, I knocked the thing over. Into the toilet. Big crash. And one can't just leave a zillion tiny stones in one's toilet. So I had to fish them out. With my hand. Can you imagine how cold the water in a toiler can be in January at 8 a.m.? Ugh. That really woke me up. In the worst possible way.

After that, the day was fun. Productive? Yeah, though I didn't get to do the writing I wanted to do. Instead I:

Cleaned up my desk. This sounds like such a simple job. It wasn't. The beauty of the neatness is breathtaking now.

Went to breakfast at McDonald's with maaseru. Decadent but fun. Bought a mop at Zeller's.

Scrubbed the bathroom.

Read more of The Spartans by Paul Cartledge

Watched last week's epsode of Lost again, the one with Michael and Walt, Special. Yeah, I'd seen it, but maaboroshi hadn't and any excuse to see it again will do. Pointed out the 2000 date to maaboroshi, who went into a spin of speculation.

Made lentil soup.

Listened to a chunk of Friday's Child by Georgette Heyer on audiobooks. Don't remember the story much at all from my first reading as a teen, which makes it all the more fun. Such clever frothy fun.