...slow mornings

I don't know if all Mondays are like this but I feel so slow. I'm not lazy but I just feel slow today. Like there's a pipe draining my energy. Wow, a shrink would have a field day - or week - with the symbolism here. I want to jump up and run but ugh - that's tiresome!!!!

Moving house...

I long to be like a snail and just carry my house along with me. It is difficult enough moving from one house to another. You have to think of furniture. And crockery. And cutlery. And food. And appliances. And where the new house is. How big is it? Is it drafty? Are there any unwelcome residents in the neighborhood - such as mosquitoes, roaches, rats, bats, snakes, ants... you see where I'm going with this? How nosy are the neighbors? I quite fancy not having every resident of Wisteria Lane looking over my shoulder as I move in. Here's an idea - move in at night! Let them be surprised when they wake up.
I love my new home. It's not like my first homes. For one, I'm not competing with my little sister for bathroom space every morning. Instead, my housemate and I agree that she shall have use of the bathroom first on weekday mornings because it makes sense. I tend to wake up as the Spirit leads... which is not very early. I usually enjoy a late night so an early morning is out of the question. Think what you want - I will sleep when my eyelid muscles refuse to keep the aperture of objective vision wider than that of objective dozing.
So anyway, what else is there to complain about? I eat when I'm hungry, sleep when I want and work from the comfort of my bed. Why would I complain? Oh, yeah - the neighbors are obnoxious, loud-mouthed adults and wailing-at-all-the-odd-hours brats, strange-smelling cooking: don't get me started on the cooking smells! Someone in our neighborhood feeds her family on burnt offerings EVERY MEAL!!! I kid you not! We are about to call her onto the carpet for turning a kitchen into an altar. In her case, I'm not sure if God would appreciate the offering - He did switch to living sacrifices after all.... Pardon me Lord for thinking You might abhor something as charred as her offerings are. :)
I love my new neighborhood despite all these quaint characters. I think of them as beauty spots...not moles.