My dad and I go to breakfast every Sunday at 7:30 A.M., regardless of how much or how little sleep either of us has had the night before. Last night, I had not much, I must confess. (I did get a chance to revise that dead whale poem yesterday, in between school work and tending to the quotidian.)
This morning it was cloudy and swollen, so we went to Smitty’s/The Breakfast Shop in Somers Point.
While trying to rouse myself awake, I just stared down at the table for awhile…
And out the jalousie windows…
By the time our omelettes were eaten, I was more awake.
To think, it only took four cups of coffee!!!!
This afternoon I went for a quick walk on the boardwalk. The world felt a bit tense, or maybe that was just me, the weight of so many ungraded papers waiting like a stern partner at home.
The papers will still be there later on. Look at all of this world there is out here ––
I eventually took the alley back to my flat to brew-up some P.G. Tips.
Only five more papers to grade now from this one class. Then I might grant myself a reprieve the rest of the night.
Until tomorrow, least.
I talked to Effie on the phone for an hour and a half last night. Alas, no Smitty’s for me this morning.
that table covering is enough to wake anyone up!
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