Monday Blues

The mind races faster than the body.
The body stirs.
Time check: 3.30am.
The body slumps back into bed.
The mind pieces bits of reality into a seamlessly illogical story.
The alarm clock rings.
The vivid dream is fresh, but broken.
The body, a heavy log, remains unrefreshed by a routine shower.
Every step drags and weighs.
Every breath is laboured.
The sight dull and unobserving.
The palate flat, and the stomach queasy.
The emails sends waves of panicky irritation.
The appointments, note the appointments.
The weddings, note those days.
Celebrate seasons, celebrate life.
Have a drink.
Bring in some music.
Before the music plays,
Monday slowly picks up its speed.
The work hastens.
The footsteps lighten and quicken.
The sun sets.
The clouds glow.
The dusk settles.
The dinner comforts.
Then, the lull of a long day gets ignored.
The emails, more emails.
A flurry of responses in return, even at moonrise.
The mind races faster than the body.
The body lags in response.
Time check: 1am.
The body slumps into bed.
 

Very much like baking

I'm trained to make pancakes,
but am put in a cake bakery that makes muffin,
and is expected to bake cakes using muffin ingredients with my pancake experience.

Writing my cake recipe with my best pancake knowledge now.