I felt 'poorly' this morning. Too poorly to go to work. I won't say it wasn't my own fault, but I could see that there was little point entertaining the concept of work, so I might just as well stay in bed. Sitting up...
At lunch time it occurred to me that I should eat something, and having started the day irresponsibly, I decided I may as well continue, so had toast and honey with a cup of coffee (strong). While I was munching in front of the computer, I was sent a link to a music website, Playa Cofi Jukebox, which has music from 1950 to 1984. You download nothing, but can listen to it by clicking on a genre or a year and it just starts off and goes through the music on the play-list. I remember the late 70s and early 80s in particular, so it was sheer joy to set it off and then let the years drop away.
While listening, I read The Kept Man by Jami Attenberg which I'm really enjoying, or fell into a musical slumber just because I could. When I'd had enough of that, I emailed my someone special and chatted on IM and had a lovely time.
My day has been one of those stolen jewels of self-indulgence; a sanity break where for a few hours you can be off the treadmill, not grown up at all and revel in total selfish decadence.
Recommended!
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