Nadia
It’s 12:55 am. I wake up from a dream where my friend Jamie and I are in the ER after getting in a car accident his ex bf caused via carelessness- a little on the nose. Im hoping that having grabbed my phone to type this doesnt wake the dog. I will struggle to fall back asleep, I’m sure, so I do the NYT spelling bee.
It’s 6:42 am. My dog, Lucy wakes me up to go out. She does this with a high-pitched whine and a paw on my side of the bed. I hate that it’s still dark out at this hour. It took me some time to fall back asleep and I kept waking up intermittently, but Im rested enough for a day off.
It’s 7:58 am and I’ve dropped the pup off at daycare so that I can enjoy the luxury of a quiet morning alone since my partner is in London for work. I get a coffee from Ox and sit on the bench out front typing this. Once I’m up in the mornings I tend to enjoy them. They are playing Billie Holiday and it’s very pleasant morning music. Two different dogs have stopped to sniff me. A bird is drinking out of the dog water bowl.
It’s 2:19 pm. I ran some errands and picked up Lucy from daycare. We then went to the park so she could run around because she is still young and NEEDS TO RUN. Plus she’s better behaved home alone when she’s thoroughly tired. (No destroyed books or shoes) I grab a single cider from the bottle shop near my house and sit in the Dibruno plaza to enjoy some of the sun on this very nice day and read my book. I’ve mostly been reading memoirs of late. I love living inside another’s mind for a time. I’m worried my entry for this project will be boring but I like my slow days off to myself.
It’s 6:55 and I just settled on the couch after an evening walk. I thought about going out to get a drink and a bite, but don’t actually feel like drinking. My regular evening dilemma: out or in? I’m gonna order some takeout I think (but what?), and watch something on Netflix (but what?!) since it’s my Sunday. Plus Lucy is being snuggly.
11:01 pm and I’m in bed. Early for me. I tend to stay up much later when I have nights to myself. Cleo, my neighbor’s cat was outside earlier so I stopped to pet her for a minute. She was preoccupied by a mouse or something inside a crack in the cement stairs to the house. Lucy is asleep on the bed next to me. I’ll probably put on an old episode of The Great British Baking Show that I’ve seen 75 times and fall asleep halfway through. Today felt calm but somehow not entirely satisfying and I can’t quite figure out why. I definitely didn't drink enough water, per usual.
