Walking in the drizzle to buy coffee, suitably dreary music on the iPod, she thought about the day. "Think ten good things before breakfast" popped into her head. Where did that come from? And is that the right phrase, or quote, or what-have-you? She would have to look it up later, to soothe her concern for correctness.
She didn't eat breakfast anyway. There was a brief interlude a few months ago, when granola would be mixed with soy milk or yogurt. A pear or an orange would be eaten, or a piece of toast with honeyed peanut butter and banana slices. A joint effort of nourishment. Now it's back to coffee. Slip-sliding back to bad habits.
What were her other thoughts this morning, besides coffee and poor nutrition? There were tears, briefly, while reading something sweet and sad. What to wear this morning, which turned out to be mostly the clothes from warm and sunny yesterday. The sweatshirt was undoubtedly smelly, and would become more so as the day went on. She decided she didn't much care.
Tears and practical matters. The usual, wearing a groove in her brain like a line of crushed carpet.
Posted by thevieve at June 7, 2006 8:46 AM