Sunday was a cold day. Crisp like a bag of frozen vegetables. The sun’s charming smile lured us out on a looong walk. The pleasure of moving.
Yes, the day was nice. Sometime during what felt like the middle of the night, our upstairs neighbours started partying. Listening to loud music and jumping up and down. Pressing the repeat button. Jumping up and down to the same song. I had fantasies of turning into the psycho neighbour, but did not have the courage to move out of bed. Sometimes the spirit is willing, while the body is weak.
Then, I got up at 6:40 on Monday morning and felt totally awake and rested. Waking up early is not a novelty. I usually wake up around five o’ clock and stay in bed until at least 6:30, usually lacking mental presence before that.
By the way, if you ever want to make great waffles that happen to also be glutenfree, mix 3 dl of maizena with 1 tsp of salt, 1 tsp of baking powder. Add 3 dl of milk, or experiment with a dairy alternative. Add 3 tbs of oil and two eggs. Bake and most importantly, enjoy!