It’s Sunday night, which always seems to be a night that’s quiet around here. The weekend in my neighborhood begins on Thursday and ends around the time the sun comes up on Sunday morning.
ideal Sunday morning for me is cool, even chilly-- the kind of morning
where you need to put on a soft and fluffy sweatshirt to ward of the
chill. The kind of morning where the air is clear, the sky is so blue it
hurts your teeth, and as you stand on the patio watching the city
slowly wake up, steam rises from your mug of coffee.
Sunday morning did not happen. I worked last night until 0100 this
morning, turned the lights of around 0230 or so. I don’t remember
exactly when, but I do know I took all of my medications before going to
bed. Sleep ensued, and I woke up around 1100. It took the normal couple
of hours for my brain to warm up enough to be functional. Hunger may
have been the spark that threw the switch, as I made my way into the
kitchen. My kitchen maintained just enough to make a fresh pot of coffee
and either fry eggs or boil noodles.
gurgling sounds and steam made by the coffee maker added to the smell
of fresh coffee grounds. I’m one of those coffee drinkers that can’t
wait for the pot to finish brewing, so Mr. Coffee has a hissy fit of
beeping while I fill my mug, replace the pot, and tell the machine to
of heading out to the porch, I turn my attention to breakfast. The pan
is warmed up enough that the non-stick spray is bubbling a little bit.
The eggs hit the hot surface, immediately beginning to sizzle. Now it’s
time for the dance- letting those eggs cook just long enough that
they’re not soup, but runny enough to soak into my toast. I turn, open
the fridge, grab two pieces of bread from the bag they’ve been living
in, and drop them on a plate. Time. Slide the spatula under the eggs,
flip them over onto the waiting bread. Back to the fridge to get Miracle
Whip, suddenly an egg sandwich sounds like a very good idea.
egg sandwich and coffee having been secured, I sit at my desk and open
up a web browser to see if the world ended last night or not. Other than
trips to the bathroom, I’ve been sitting in that same chair all day.
The sun went down and I didn’t notice.
are many things I could have done today-- pack up my books and laptop
and head to the library that’s a block away, or get some exercise and
walk to one of the other libraries. I could have gone grocery shopping,
cleaned my kitchen, changed the oil in my car, or any number of things
that are perfect for doing on a sunny and warm Sunday.
didn’t get done, because I’m out of quarters. I live less than two
blocks from two branches of my credit union, but I didn’t leave the
apartment yesterday except for going to work.
Saturday, was the same story, although I did make it to work.
Other than work, I honestly have to think about the last time I let my apartment to go anywhere. I haven't been to class all week. Shit shit shit.