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Monday Musings - 030225

Today was a 7/10 kind of day—pleasant, with moments of comfort and chaos all together.

The morning started off easy, though I felt a little achy. Still, nothing a good breakfast couldn’t fix. I made my uncle’s meal and treated myself to a sausage sandwich—sautéed sausage and veggies tucked between slices of bread, crisped to perfection in the sandwich maker. Paired with white coffee, it was divine. I might switch things up with pancakes the day after tomorrow.

Then came the mall run. I stocked up on fruits and juice boxes for my little cousin’s lunch, got bread for tomorrow’s breakfast, and picked up kale and spinach for dinner. The plan was to buy liver, but the supermarket had none—so I went with goat instead. A blessing in disguise, because the goat soup we made turned out amazing. Rich, hearty, with mixed greens on the side—chef’s kiss.

The afternoon took a turn. We left for my sister’s place, a trip that should’ve been 30–40 minutes but stretched into a nightmare of traffic. An hour and 35 minutes of constant stopping and starting left me car sick beyond belief. The nausea was unbearable, so I did the only reasonable thing—knocked out and slept through it.

Once we arrived, the visit was lovely. My uncle had his time with my sister before his travels, and we stayed until nightfall. The drive back? A blessing—30 minutes, no sickness, just a smooth ride home. A peaceful ending to a day that had its ups and downs.

Sunday Musings - 020225

This morning, I decided that my usual sunny-side-up simply wouldn’t do. Sundays deserve something a little more indulgent, a little more special—so I let my egg transform into golden, cinnamon-kissed French toast. A small luxury, but a luxury nonetheless.

The rest of the day? A delicate balance between leisure and productivity. Too Hot to Handle had me in a vice grip (no regrets, I love that game), but I still managed to weave in moments of purpose—gathering ideas for my alter ego’s literary journey, tending to the house, and looking after my little cousin. Life, in its quiet rhythms.

And then, there was Animal Farm. A book I’ve picked up twice before, but never quite seen the way I do now. It’s fascinating how stories shift when read through older eyes—how words once skimmed over now demand to be felt. Perhaps this time, I’ll listen.

Today was a 6/10. Not extraordinary, not mundane—just a day, simply lived. Could I have done more? Maybe. But sometimes, being present in even the smallest moments is enough :)

Up next is a long post so be ready to read and not brain rot!!!!

This is gonna be a monumental change for me :)

Im going to give my blog a fresh start

Im going to give my blog a fresh start