First Day of Bliss
Why would I get up at 6:30 on my first day of vacation?
Here’s why:
First I brought my husband to the station. With that I don’t mean that I took him their in the car, because we still don’t have one, but I walked with him there. Because I am a loving wife and will get up so early and get out in the cold, although I could just stay in bed.
Then, of course the first train wouldn’t come at all, and the second train came 17 minutes late and – naturally – was crowded. I made sure that he got in, meaning I waited on the platform until I saw him getting on the train, and walked back home.
On my way home I met my old French teacher from high school who got off the same train and made some small talk. This of course meant that I didn’t stop at the one ATM that was on my way because I considered it impolite but, once we said goodbye, rather walk to the other ATM which wasn’t exactly on my way – although not too far off – and get money there, just to walk back to get me some breakfast roll and some newspapers to read in bed. Which I will do now.
I bet I’ll fall asleep soon, but right now I am awake and can enjoy the fact that I’m in here with the heating on and not out in the cold.
Plus, some handyman guy showed me how to unlock our front door. So, I already learned something today.