Friday morning on the train

And thus sleep didn’t come until the wee hours of the morning. Tossing and turning, lasting no longer than a few minutes in each position. I probed my husband gently until he opened up his arm and I could sneak in it. I fell asleep. It was beginning to get light when I woke up, 7.15 am. Noise from upstairs. The sound of footsteps and fast moving paws. I waited for a few minutes to see if I could fall asleep again. No luck. My mouth was dry from yesterday’s Champagne. Only two glasses.
For a few minutes I carried on a conversation with myself whether to getup or not. The prospect of getting out in the cold for my daily gym session didn’t seem like a marvellous idea. But breaking my routine didn’t seem either and thus reason took over feeling.

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It’s cold. The canals are frozen and a white coat of frost covers every exposed surface. I’m on the train again, approaching Amsterdam Sloterdijk. Almost at work. Headache is receding after 2 paracetamols. I long for coffee. I long to clean out my inbox, which for my standards, has become cluttered. I long for the weekend. MJ has his birthday party on Saturday. And I have a well needed appointment with my hairdresser.

Thank God It’s Friday!