It’s evening and I’m thinking about tomorrow. It’ll be my day off but I have so much to do. Chores, posts to write for the #BlogTemberChallenge, people to visit, a movie to watch ( an anime film called spirited away ), and so much more. There’s hardly enough time in a day! I’ll skip supper tonight, hunger makes an early riser. The dark a.ms are my favourite time to wake up, when it’s calm and my mind is sharpest. I’ll do a bit of reading, maybe write a post or two. I should go for a jog at dawn too!
The pleasant smell of supper cuts my musing. I tiptoe to the kitchen to investigate. Spaghetti and mince meat! It looks so good. I can’t miss this, I’ll skip diner tomorrow.
The food was so delicious I had seconds. Now I’m so full I can hardly stand, and it’s my turn to do the dishes tonight. I’ll check my Facebook while the food settles down. An hour of scrolling, reaction emojis, and inconsequential comments pass.
I yawn, drowsy from the heavy meal. Everyone else has gone to sleep. I think to myself “You know what? Just set your alarm for 3am and do the dishes before anyone wakes up.” Solid plan! As soon I’m in my blankets I remember that I hadn’t checked my emails today. I continue pecking at the phone screen for hours. Hopping from app to app. Twitter, Instagram, SnapChat, and eventually Reddit knocks me out at 1am.
A giant bee is chewing my arm. It pulls at me with a rhythmic buzz, buzz, buzz; then it starts to shriek-shriek, shriek-shriek, beep-beep… Ugh I was dreaming. My phone was tucked just below my armpit, hence the bee illusion. I swipe left, snooze. Several snooze swipes later I give up trying to wake up. My eyes are too prickly and my head hurts.
When I eventually get out of bed it’s 7 a.m, a respectable time considering when I slept. I shuffle to the kitchen to do yesterdays chore. I turn the fawcett. The tap lets out a hawking sound, and for a second I’m sure it’s going to spit, it shudders and stops. Great! No water today. I pull out the buckets from under the sink. I’d better hurry to the bore hole before the queue gets too long. No such luck. There’s no queue but there’s a truck with five 200 litre drums, and they just got there. I sit on one of my buckets, elbows on knees, head in hands. It was my job to fill the buckets before the tap water went. That mistake just cost me 2 hours of my life. Good job!
When I get home with the first pair of buckets my mom is up and fuming at the state of the kitchen and absence of water. She doesn’t confront me in case it disturbs the bore hole run. When the bucket trips are done, I’m ready for breakfast. Just as I turn on the stove the electricity goes. The fridge rattles, then sighs with me. I’m done! I give up on today. I’ll do better tomorrow.