A Languid Sunday

As the first rays of morning scratched my eyelids and I tried to goad myself out of bed, I immediately knew today would be a terribly inactive day. Another heat wave was in the air with all its side effects. I really am stumped as to how weird the end of February is. While I was pondering this phenomenon, the birds were singing their early morning songs with a pinch of confusion in their melody, which was palpable. It seemed to me that they didn't get why the weather was so mild at 6:00 a.m., either. Despite having brilliant plans and world-changing thoughts yesterday, my pre-breakfast pathetic mental state was mind-crushing.

After several unsuccessful attempts to untangle the mental knots and restore clarity in my grey matter, I gave up the effort and focused on my breakfast. So many things are on my plate that it is difficult to concentrate on anything but these pesky tasks. I'm a little miffed if I'm being honest. Anyway, I browsed the web with little success, looking for some stand-alone, sim-capable, solar-powered outdoor cameras. The abundance of goods available online is mesmerising, but at the same time, it is somewhat perplexing. Separately, they all seemed excellent choices. However, none of them was what I was looking for. By half eleven, the lunch bell saved my almost exploding mind, so I dashed into the kitchen and prepared some nosh.

We didn't eat any traditional Hungarian Sunday meal. Even though I adore the traditional soup and Wiener Schnitzel with mashed potato and some pickles menu, we only ate rice with carrots and peas. A genuine veggie Sunday. Rabbits would have loved the idea of joining us, I reckon. Anyway, the rest of the day contained a foot massage, a short-lived doze-off, a walk with the dog, and binge-watching several episodes of one of our favourite series, New Tricks. It's just dawned on me that we've just got to the point where we resemble two confused retired geezers. What a Sunday revelation!