Update on the situation of weirdness yesterday in the apartment building: When I came home from the gym last eve I saw a mattress propped up outside for garbage collectors with a huge burn-hole in it. Which explains why the lobby smelled kinda … singed.
Apartment living! You think you can trust your neighbors not to burn the place down, and then you find out the truth.
I’m dragging a bit today (staying up until 2 am reading The Book Thief, perhaps?). It’s noon and I’m only on my second cup of coffee, and yet … I’m too tired/lazy/unmotivated to get up and get another.
And yet, there is work to be done, and so I must push on. It’s only a few steps to the kitchen…
For those of you who find yourself in a similar sort of Monday paralysis, here’s a little pick-me-up.
photo credit: melbietoast2009
