Sunday morning, downing my iced latte and chomping away on an apple.
I have just wasted the better part of an hour writing a post lamenting the lack of time in my life. If you would like to read it go to edit posts and open.
Right? Blah, blah, time change, workload increase, hours at the gym, dinners to be cooked, books read, baths taken, blogs perused, holidays coming, girlfriend time, dogs, friends and family. Same old story of love and glory. Delete post. Add more images from Wednesday's party.
Today looks glorious with highs in the 60's. We have a baby shower to attend for Tini and Nirmal (sister and brother in law). There will be champagne, samosas, flowers by yours truly, the usual international community of fencers, climbers, South American beauties and their assorted offspring. Pictures will be taken.
I ask you , when did I have time to smoke? At 11:00PM tonight it will be two weeks since I last indulged in a lungful of nicotine. I must admit though, every afternoon at around 4:00 I would murder for a smoke. That's my time of want, of need. Do not come by the store then, if you ask me how I am I'll tell you. This is why I fly away to the gym. Burning desire erased.
Enough of me. Let's all enjoy out Sundays, not worrying about the time that's flying by but enjoying every moment we're living in. Delete nagging thoughts! As our manic dancing machine Zumba instructor says, "Smile, let out those endorphins".