Tuesday is my designated housework day. I’d get down to work after a hasty breakfast. Dusting, tidying, vacuuming, mopping and cleaning the bathroom. By noon, I’d have all 700 sq ft of it spic and span once more and the rest of the day to enjoy the fruit of my labour.
But not this Tuesday. This morning, I woke with a pounding head, not surprising at all, cos I had not been sleeping well the last few nights before. I had a slow breakfast and lazed around the sofa longer than I normally would. I read my book. I went online a little. Basically, I did everything I could to avoid cleaning the apartment. Which explains the existence of this nothing in particular rambling of a post.
By the time I decided I should probably get started, I got hungry. An English muffin from 2 days ago was halved, buttered and put face down on the pan to grill after a small sprinkle of sugar. In the depth of the fruit and vegetable compartment in the fridge, I fished out quarters of leftover yellow, red and green peppers and a small bunch of lettuce that is beginning to wilt. A handful of prunish looking cherry tomatoes and some toasted walnuts were thrown in and lunch was ready.
Oh God, the sweet and saltish toasted muffin was delicious. In an experimental moment, I ate the other half with a small dollop of Philadelphia cream cheese and drizzles of balsamic vinegar. Hmm, that was pretty good too. Or maybe I was just famished. And the salad. How I missed a bowl of crunchy, non-cooked good old vegetable.
Miraculously, after this, the throbbing in my head receded somewhat and the apartment managed to get cleaned afterall.