I forgot to write my morning stories, today. Normally I would go downstairs, give some food to Alice, pour myself a glass of warm water and walk upstairs to my room to journal and write my morning stories. But today, I did my journaling and went back downstairs, to put the laundry on and take a shower.
When I went to the kitchen to make myself breakfast I realised that I forgot my morning stories, but also to put the oven on for bread baking. Which means that the bread will be too late for my breakfast and I had to figure out an alternative. It will be omelette filled with potatoes and spinach on toast. It’s good too, I just had a breakfast with fresh warm bread in mind. Oh, well…
Some mornings, days even, are like this and luckily I’m off work today, so I can become a blanket burrito and read all day and not do anything else much, so I won’t be conforonted with my forgetful mind anymore today. Although there’s a chance I’ll forget to hang out the washing. At least I hope that I will finish The Bandit Queens today and pick up another one of the many books I have started, but still not finished. But that’s a story for another day.