It’s so quiet. well, it isn’t even four am yet. I see one delivery truck go by now. I find myself thinking of what I can get done since I am up and dressed, but the witching hours (demon hours to some) are for meditation, at least for me. I can’t go to the post office, stores, or call anyone. My work during this time is writing, stretching, making myself pretty. Those activities require a bit of time.
I feel like seven am is when an early riser can begin going out and running errands. I go today to the pharmacy. I also feel it’s a good time to get flowers; my daisies are looking a little forlorn.
By ten am, after dedicating a chunk of hours to chores, and with the Sun being higher in the sky, it is a good time to be at leisure. Museums and stores begin opening at this time. One might also come upon an egg and cheese pastry.
Last night I ate southern food from Mamie’s Spoonbread. I got the jerk chicken, mac and cheese, and red velvet cake. There was also a piece of cornbread. Everything was good, IMO. I kind of get why they call it soul food; the combination of food nourishes the soul.
I haven’t been doing very well with breakfasts. Right now I’m on my first cup of Joe. My best option for breakfast food is a waffle without syrup, because syrup is still at the store.
The store… my arch nemesis. When the clock strikes ten today, I attack the local market and procure the necessary goods, and GTFO. I must arm myself with a list, and that list must be in line with how I want to eat.
When it comes to eating for me, ease and nutrition is paramount. I don’t mind buying frozen foods and heating up those bad boys in the microwave. I can also go for some broccoli with lemon. . .
What happens after noon is anyone’s guess. TTYL,