Moanday

Whoa. I wonder what the hell has made me put my alarm on at 4:30 on a monday? Or did someone tickle my brain?

Work will begin at eight, but I'd be a fool to go back under the covers. And I need more coffee than sleep.

I went to my balcony to listen to the birds sing, horrible rumpus from such small birds. Springtime is wonderful anyway, during the winter you will hear a single beep and when the air warms up, so many chirps that your own thoughts are impossible to be heard.

The morning weather reports offered by Carrot weather:

I got excited about Saturday's drawer cleaning so much that the whole of yesterday I cleaned the kitchen cabinets and a couple of junk drawers. Although I got just a couple of plastic bags to the  trash bin, I was still able to get a couple of cabinets empty.

And I also got a couple of bags of textile for the donation box.

Our home is not a magazine cover, and we have a lot of cleaning to do daily. Whenever I get a single room, or even a shelve cleaned to the condition that it could take a photo, we get a human (or a cat) hurricane that messes up everything else.

We've lived here for 8 years and only now I've gotten to decorate this place. The living room is still a puzzle where the pieces are from  different boxes, but the kitchen is getting close to finished.

Dining table acts as my desktop, and the kid is doing the homework on it, so it is always full of papers. However, those papers always come to work and to school, the times we are all at home ...

But isn't home for living and not for magazine covers? It should look like someone lives there.

With these thoughts I leave to pack my bags for work. Since I have a couple of hours before work, I could grab the camera with me. Maybe I can get a photo or two from the chaffinch while I'm at it?