Emjoyment...

I've just made a fresh pot of coffee and it is very good. As a matter of fact, it is delicious, even if I do say so myself. This makes me more determined to always make a pot of coffee myself and to not leave it in the less competent hands of someone else. 

If you want things done right, you have to do them your own way and not assume someone else will do them like you want them done, because you will be disappointed. If you're going to stand there and give exact instructions, you may as well do them yourself. 

If you know how to do something well, like take care of yourself, then do it and don't expect the other person to. Not if you have to tell them how. They will be incompetent and you will get a second rate job and nobody will be happy, because you will let your displeasure show and they will feel bad. 

The tip about grinding the coffee fine was lesson number one, this was lesson number two. 

So, I'm enjoying my coffee very much. Actually, I'm enjoying my evening very much and I'm already looking forward to bedtime. I'm postponing it as long as possible, but the idea that I'm going in the foreseeable future is making me happy. I think that very shortly I will put on my pajamas and be ready up to that point at least. 

It is possible for me to sleep late in the morning and if I'm lucky, I will do just that, although it is just as possible that I will wake up in the middle of the night and sit behind this computer. I always imagine that I need a large princess bed with a thick downy mattress and a thick downy duvet and very many big downy pillows and very expensive sheets to sleep well. A bed which you sink into and hardly are able to get out of. A bed that imprisons you with luxury and sleep. 

Instead I sleep on my single bed with the relatively hard mattress and the not so thick duvet and the inexpensive sheets on the not so fluffy pillows with the dog nearly on top of me. So you see what the problem is, don't you? I need a softer dog. 

Tyke ate an extra helping of food tonight. He was begging by his bowl, the poor thing. Now he's very happily lying on the ground by my feet digesting his food. I think he will be comatose for a while. I guess he wants to fatten up for winter too. Maybe he's getting ready to go into a hibernation mode. It would get a lot more quiet around here if he did. I don't think I would like it very much. I would miss his shenanigans and his noisy little growls. 

I think I will put on my pajamas and the television and relax and be an armchair potato for a while. It will be a pleasure to sit and do nothing and have my mind distracted.

I hope you all have a terrific evening!

Ciao,
Nora