Daylist: 8am

today at breakfast as you shuffled blearily towards your granola

and crispy morning light maliciously lasered its way into your kitchenette you decided that

if you step up to the plate today you’re likely to get a full english spilled in your lap

something feels off, your years of industry experience and passion for data analytics

no match for the astrological energy that has come in like a cold front and left beads of condensed “off vibes” on your window pane

just didn’t fancy it basically

So you sat down with the big mug

And settled in for a full day of it, a full day 8am, a full day of Big Mug

The unshowered nether realm where the world can’t touch you

Even the sun can’t quite be bothered yet (You know eventually it will shame you with its interrogation-spotlight midday glare)

And so, conspiratorially with the lazy star, you refill your tea, and toast more toast, and it’s

perfect until the delivery driver arrives with a package full of existential dread

always seems to suddenly arrive out of nowhere

life is like that amazon box which is way too big for its contents and there’s so much padding and some tiny little thing inside at the centre

and you fling the big mug out of the window in panic and run out of the house into the cloudless, leaf-carpeted autumn morning in search of adventure