Yesterday I saw from the hills a gorgeous "Ride of the Rohirrim" dawn on Milan. I actually started thinking that they'd make a good pace on Viale Forlanini and maybe they'd manage to keep formation until Via Larga, but then they'd really have problems to keep momentum downtown and they'd probably have a Muster in front of the Duomo. Anyway I'd surely be there to snatch one or two from their saddles and carry them home.
Sometimes I procrastinate unpleasant things until after I've had my breakfast. This morning, instead, after seeing I had started a good early day, after glancing into the mirror and seeing I still looked human (hell, I went to sleep before midnight, Fitz notwithstanding - it has to count!) I did it all before breakfast, in that blessed moment when the panic of waking up has just subsided and the panic of everyday has not yet set in. A good idea.
So, if Fitz is still haunting me, why am I blogging instead of revising??? Because I just have to give some time to myself too, let out the clogged thoughts. |