Serene aquamarine

Another Sunday morning has rolled around. I am so proud I am awake in time to hear the Phantom morning show. And finding it so enjoyable, relaxing...

I woke a bit earlier and lay there looking out the window, trying to calculate how late it was (who needs clocks?). I mentally checked my muscles and mind to determine whether I should really turn over and go back to sleep, or if I should do the ambitious thing and get up. Choosing the latter, I walked to the clock on the microwave in the kitchen and was pleasantly surprised to find it was earlier than I had calculated. So what if my method isn't as scientific/accurate as others?

Toilet, radio on, email, facebook -- check in that order. Hot milky coffee... half drunk (coffee not I), I contemplated breakfast. I have cereal but no blueberries, so I didn't fancy it. I opened my fridge but nothing was appealing -- not even the slightly stale banana bread that I bought a while ago. I did throw out the half cucumber that was moldering. Fridge cleaned (ish), I decided on a cigarette in my patio patch with the remainder of my coffee. Breakfast of champions.

Although I am officially back on the cigarettes, I smoke so few a day that it is commendable (unless I end up at my winebar or local, then all bets are off). I can hear my Californians tsk tsking already.

Funnily enough, I am maybe one of the few working joes/josephines that know one of the rare benefits of smoking. I did a lot of reading at one stage on mental illnesses, medications, etc. (Go figure.) I have forgotten a lot of that information, or details/data, but one salient fact that I recall was that cigarettes are of benefit to schizophrenics. By smoking regularly (or constantly), schizophrenics can keep a grasp however tenuous on reality. For severe cases, running out of cigarettes before they get their monthly or weekly government payment can be traumatic. I saw it firsthand in the mid/late 1990s, possibly before I had even read about the cigarettes' benefit. I suppose witnessing it was what made the information stick with me.

Break for another cigarette... Ok, back now. The break got stretched into other things; facebook needed to be checked, mafia wars played, and travel map updated. I also sent a couple of emails. Vaguely thinking about taking a shower. I can't decide whether it is going to rain or not. Given that it is overcast and Ireland, that would probably be a yes at some point today.

The music is still brilliant, chilled indie rock. This entry has morphed into something other than what I had intended when I started. Maybe I'll save that topic for another day.