I am stuck for reading material. I guess I am due a trip to the library, my almost favourite place. Problem is that there really isn’t enough hours in the day…

I have a full time job, and now there seems to be more and more instances of extra curricular work to do and time is scarce to do the things I really love (books….mmmm).

Sigh.

Any ideas on how to get more hours into the day?

It never happens… sleeping in, I mean.

Until today. I padded to the bathroom round 8am, looking like death and feeling only marginally better and then, once comfortable, toddled back to bed.

I thought I might try out the mask I was given once for travelling, as an antidote to sunrise.

Success! I slept till 11.

I have done virtually nothing all day until I got the guilts about DJ’s website which I am supposed to be finishing so I started working on it round 6pm…

Then, while timing out to surf a bit (love that broadband) I got spy-wared…

Bu**er that’ll teach me for skiving off…

The entrance to my unit is at the back of our building along a long balcony. It faces west and, as the storms coming in over Sydney this evening are coming from that direction, I had a prime view of the clouds lighting up over the hills.

Dark sky, clouds steel and white and awesome. Totally gorgeous and while they could be considered spooky, perhaps not inherently gothic.

No…. The gothic part was more when a bat flew across my field of view in front of it all.

Perfect… except for the absence of the morbid sounds of screech owls in nearby trees.

Even as I write I feel somewhat surprised at the events of last evening…

To tell the story in full I have to start in the afternoon.

You may remember that the Count is a work colleague, an accountant. He walked past my desk yesterday and asked me if I was going to be home in the evening. I choked down my mouthful of coffee and replied (stunned) in the affirmative.

You have to understand, this is a first, he has NEVER asked before, so of course, I need to understand the circumstances of his asking!

I said “Why? Are you cooking tonight?”
He said, “Yes”
I said, “Cooking for two?”
He said. “If you like”
I said nothing. More… sort of gawped… like a goldfish.

He diverted back to his desk and then turned back to saying “Actually, I am going to the gym first, so it might be late”

I said “No worries… I’m not desperately hungry”
He said “Of course, if you wanted to start cooking without me…”
I said “Nice try buster ..”
He laughed

He arrived home, with alchohol (bubbly!!!) and cooked up a rather good stir fry served on not quite cooked brown rice… perfectly acceptable.

And we conversed.

Real conversation about travelling, and stuff.

My word… anyone would think we lived together rather than just shared a habitat!