Breakfast would have to be my favourite meal. It must go to the same mentality that can watch a movie a million times; I like things that a well put together, organised and are true to themselves. Also, I like going in knowing what to expect. There is nothing like the first coffee in the morning, the simplicity of eggs or porridge, and topping it off with juice. On that point, breakfast is not my favourite food.
On the second last day of my self-imposed month-off I realised that my ability to take a month-off is pathetic. In reality, I think doing absolutely nothing would piss me off. So my limited output month was probably the best balance I could hope for. I feel great for it, so that is all that counts.
I had my breakfast after a five o'clock wake up call. Food tastes better with wake-up calls. With breakfast finished, I headed off on a walk to Burliegh to meet the sister at the Borough. Together we headed down to Piccolo for cousin's-birthday-breakfast. It was finally a true Gold Coast winters day, the sun was beating down hot and the beach was sparkling liquid glass.
With a fresh juice and some toast tucked away I took off my shirt and wandered home; tunes and board-shorts.
Returning home I refinished the first 20 chapters. I realised I was revealing too much of the story with the chapter headings; they needed changing. I am actually happy with the body now. I dread the editing input, but that is normal. Time to take on the climax. I must build up my energy!
Over the day I got a few loose-end calls completed and received a few proposals for contracts. Offers have arisen to go back to the Government, and this time they are offering a pretty hefty title with it. Unfortunately money and title were never my issue, but this would be a challenge against myself to achieve. Ancient Klingon proverb: there is no enemy greater than ones own fears, and revenge is a dish best served cold, and today is a good day to die. Lucky I am not Klingon. I always said I would break the Government; it would not break me.
I finished preparing a 6 hour slow-baked lamb, roast veggies and greens. I have been trying to make my grandparents healthy meals from the past; all organic seasonal food built from scratch. The potatoes in lamb fat were a treat for grandpa and he ate about twenty, which meant success. Especially since he usually avoids food.
We chatted, like three old friends; about my boyfriend prospects, about playing ghosts as a kid, about my book, about their history as a couple, about cooking for stupid diets. It felt like home, moreso than anything before.
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