Lying on my couch with a copy of Nineteen Eighty-Four and Suzanne Vega playing on the speakers. The washing machine is on accelerated tumble dry, resultantly vibrating very vigorously, and the Nespresso machine on top of it is veering dangerously close to the edge. I shall save it from a fatal plunge, like right now.
I’m feeling fortunate and contented, and waiting for A to come by so we can either order in, or go to the noodle shop nearby.
We went to the noodle shop. It was an extremely expensive noodle shop; hkd150 per bowl. I am so tired – physically – from yoga, and ill as well from a nagging cough; I am canceling this morning’s practice to go for pei dan chok instead.