We went to bed last night just a few minutes after midnight. That’s very early for us. The COVID Apocalypse made night owls of us both – to bed at 2-4AM and then awakening at noon. Then screentime until 2PM. It was a lifestyle totally out of sync with the rest of the world.
The past few weeks, we have been going to bed earlier and getting up at 7-8AM. Some mornings, I awaken at 5 or 6AM. I hate it when that happens.
This morning, I woke up thinking that I should plan to do a food post – something improperly naughty, of course.
“Maybe I can position vegetables on our plates in suggestive poses,” I thought. “The animal protein could be highlighted in a manner that would appeal to the most lascivious tastes. I could engage in culinarioerotica – pushing the FB censorship envelope. Maybe I could introduce the term culinarioerotica into common parlance and so earn my place among food luminaries like Andrew Zimmern and Anthony Bourdain.”
Like a cheap wine, my mornings can be heady.
Then, I posited doing some solar photography. The forecast called for a mostly clear afternoon. “I could do some cropped images of particularly suggestive details on the solar disk – something to appeal to the most prurient of interests,” I thought. I might even be able to do it in a way that my FB censors wouldn’t be able to see through the visual double-entendre.
“These images of the Sun are not dirty pictures; they just appear that way to you because you have a filthy mind and a lurid imagination.” In my mind’s eye, there was a fleeting image of the Sun scantily clad in lady’s lingerie. I’m sure to be censored now.
As they day developed, I decided against doing solar astronomy today. I would have to shoot though the “sucker holes” among the clouds – a tedious exercise.
And, for dinner, we had leftover Chinese food. There is only so much one can do with limp baby Bok Choi on a bed of rice. Sigh.
Some days, the morning begins with the promise of a BANG only to end in a sheepish whimper. Alas.