It's Friday and strangely, I'm not excited. Blame it on the really wet morning. I should be under the warm covers instead of sitting in the cold office.
I woke up at 1am last night to the sound of leaves rustling and thunder rumbling in the distance. The wind was really strong and flashes of lightning could be seen every now and then. I could see the trees swinging wildly in the patio and decided to head to the dark kitchen. I put some green beans and barley in the crockpot so that the kids can have hot soup the next day.
I went back to sleep and woke up several times as usual. I had another interesting dream featuring friends, their babies and an open house. I was showing people around a sprawling residence (in my dream CH had kindly donated his residence) which I had just converted into a hostel with a beautifully manicured lawn. I must say that since young, my dreams had taken me to the most exotic places around the world. I do all my traveling in my sleep.
I got up at the sound of my alarm, showered and changed up before making breakfast of boiled noodles and poached egg for SK. It started pouring so heavily just as we were leaving the house. The traffic had slowed to a crawl on the highway but we managed to get to school on time. By the time I arrived at the office, the rain had already turned into a drizzle.
I had my wholemeal bread with coffee while reading the papers. Same old news about the downturn in the economy and more reports on the world's first F1 night race this weekend.
No wonder. There is nothing much to be excited about. It's just the same old same old. Only my dreams at night are more interesting than my boring days.