Sunday, 12 August 2007
Sunday Morning Beginning
I am documenting the time because I can't believe I slept in this late. I must have needed it. It's hot and hazy. I see the leaves are turning upside down which means a storm here in the beach. My kitchen ivy is soaking in what little sunbeams are poking in the window and I give it an itsy-bitsy drink. I squint my eyes and notice my son sitting on the computer, talking on the phone and listening to his ipod. 'How long is he going to be on my laptop' I think. Flick the coffee pot on, dark grains spill over the counter. Isn't that awful that I hope he gets offline soon? What shall I eat. Where's my camera. Can you believe the things that go through my brain the moment I wake up?