An Actively Non-eventful Day

Considering the early awakenings lately, it was no surprise that my eyelids sprung up like overwound-up spirals in an antique clock. Surprisingly, I wasn't sleepy or tired, so I rushed to the kitchen and prepared my usual mouthwatering pancakes. I ate like a king. After devouring the nosh, I grabbed Abby's leash and took her for an early morning walk in the hope of not meeting any similar geezers with their woozy canines on the empty streets. Speaking of empty streets, there still were remnants of last week's gale as the wind knocked over some bins carrying their contents far away, littering our city. It's a pity. Where are the road sweepers in times of need? Where was I? Oh, yeah, alone with Abby on the streets. So, as we were ambling about, out of sheer fluke, we didn't bump into anyone; Abby got slower and slower. I thought she had some issues she couldn't talk about, but guess what? She was as hungry as a wolf and wanted to return home. When I stopped for a moment longer than the usual letting-her-sniff-about stops, she turned back towards the house and impatiently thrummed on the pavement like a nerve-wracked mongoose. I thought it best not to oppose her, so I took her back. Boy, was she on cloud nine when we finally reached the house and I served her her breakfast? She ate like there were no tomorrows, and when she finished munching away her meal, she was ready to dash with me to my little office.

Entering my headquarters was similar to hiding in a humongous fridge. But at least the air was fresh, so teaching in a slightly freezing environment made the impression of teaching from one of Alaska's secluded treehouses out in the wilderness. I missed the howling wolves, though. When I waved goodbye to my last student, all I wanted was to jump into a tub full of steaming water or to sit in a Finnish sauna, but that would have been immoral. I did eighty squats instead, which proved to be a better choice. The rest of the day was languid, and apart from posting and fetching some packs, not much happened. But we need days like this, don't we?

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