Oversleeping and Efficiency

I woke up this morning to find I’ve overslept. After the initial scramble out of the bed, thudding onto the floor, wrestling out of the tangle of sheets and slipping on cold, morning floor, suddenly everything fell into place. Everything became a single-minded, almost automated attempt to make good time. In the bathroom, out the bathroom; food on the stove, and straight to the breakfast table, off to the sink…

Teeth, brush, brush, brush, spit. A drop of mouthwash. Or two.

Change. Shoes on feet. And suddenly I’m out of the door.

Forty-five minutes. Or was it even less?

I finally realised that things could be so efficient in the morning. That I don’t need to wake up so bloody early to plod along doing useless stuff to make one eyes realise that it’s not supposed to close that long anymore, to coax the body to forget staying horizontal. Or such like.

So, I’m going to try oversleeping again tomorrow.

Of course, the downside is that I can’t bum around drinking my morning coffee and reading the “Irate Readers Letters” section of the paper in the morning. But, I get more sleep, which I value very highly — being the sloth-incarnate that I am, I guess.

Trash in the Sea

Seeing the multitude of trash floating in the sea and on the shores of Jakarta Bay, a friend said, “Disgusting. Humans! Deplorable!”

Another friend walked up to her and said, “I still maintain that they are debris washed ashore from Atlantis.”

“GOSH! Is that…?” a friend asked, pointing at a floating woman’s sanitary napkin, unable to finish her sentence.

“Ariel’s not pregnant yet, is she? Mermaids.”

And speaking of mermaids, a short and entirely forgettable-come-midday topic: “The Starbuck Siren Slash Mermaid: Porn or Not”. Obviously, my mailing list isn’t the place for up-to-date coffee house gossip. But, just in case I need to know about it later, I’m putting down the links here. Just for my information, really: here and here.