Saturday Slumber

Waking up early has become par for the course lately, so it came as no surprise when I found my eyelids wide open at 4:00 a.m. this morning. Stating the obvious would have been futile, so I kept calm and compelled myself into a silent slumber. Even the alarm couldn't shatter this calmness, although I was on the verge of falling into a coma-like state. However, I found myself awake and alert as soon as the first fragment of the thought of breakfast and coffee emerged on my inner cinema's canvas and slowly penetrated into my grey matter's cognition centre.

After dashing into the kitchen and preparing the nosh, I ate like a king. The usual pancake, made with homemade coconut milk, ensured the smile, crowned by the much-needed steaming black nectar, manifested in a strong espresso. I was on cloud nine and as happy as a sand-boy. As the absorbing caffeine started the booting sequence in my cerebral cortex, replacing the standby mode, so did my grey matter clear up the nebulous haze around my consciousness. I united with nature and the loved ones around me at last. The old grumpy geezer disappeared.

Filled with energy, thanks to the coffee, I dashed into my office to begin my morning routine. When the clock struck 10:30, we walked down to town to buy some goods. During our walk, we were amazed by the spring-like weather. The cloudless blue sky and the sun created an ineffable beauty, and we tried to savour the moments of the mellifluous interludes of singing birds. Experiencing +17°C on the 10th of February created a true ambivalent joy. However contradictory this might sound. Hopefully, there won't be any repercussions of this early spring.

When we returned home, due to the long walk, the air full of oxygen, and the unusually high temperature, we nodded off right after devouring the lunch. Actually, I gave Ági a foot massage, and after finishing it, we fell asleep like two moody bonobos after quarrelling over a banana. I thought I would only sleep 15 minutes, but I knew it wasn't that short when I woke up with gold-fish eyes. Good grief, what a terrible state my mind was in. The challenge one must endure after those weekend afternoon kips is they never really disappear for the rest of the day. I'm still a tad groggy.

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