morning blog
It's 8:30am, which is actually really only 7:30am because it'll take a good day to get used to the daylight savings. I got out of bed at around 7am, which really was only 6am, which is around about where I've been waking up lately. The only difference is today I didn't push myself to go back to sleep. I didn't have to. Mark isn't here, so I don't need to be quiet. I do still need to be quiet, in the sense that I can't blare my music or anything like that, because it's Sunday morning, and I have neighbours that are only on the other side of the wall.
I feel good this morning, even though I couldn't sleep last night. I don't know what it was, but I kept waking up and tossing and turning. I think I had the wrong pillow, because I feel a bit achy. I was awake for the whole hour of 4am (uh...5am) and looked at the clock every fifteen minutes swearing it had been a while that I'd been asleep. I didn't feel awake when I got out of bed, but I knew there was no way I was going back to sleep. I had a shower, and that gave me my energy.
I feel optimistic. I'm hoping that I can get a few things done today. I'm trying to enjoy my alone time, and not think about the fact that Mark doesn't trust me not to cut myself or anything. I'm feeling pretty good, so that isn't on my mind.
At 7:30am I decided that I was going to clean the shower. Our shower is full of mould, and it was when we moved in. That really pissed me off, because I'm betting they will expect us to have this place spotless when we leave, which is three times better than the condition it was when we moved in. I did write it on our sheet when we moved in so they should know that the shower was full of mould when we moved in, but they probably won't take any notice. I don't want a black mark on my renting file saying that we don't leave places clean. Mould is one damn hard thing to kill, and we've tried. The last efforts were bleach, and it didn't really work as well as I'd hoped. I found a way to clean mould in a book that came free with a newspaper once. It's something like vinegar and baking soda or something like that, and it seems way less chemically than the bleach, which is something I'm starting to like more and more. At 7:30am I was like "I'll just go and get some of that now" (I'd just gotten out of the shower) and then I was like "no wait, it's Sunday, we're not even open yet!" and I didn't want to be one of those crazy wait-for-the-doors-to-open customers. It's not urgent, it can wait until some other time today.
When I got dressed I opened the bedroom curtains wide and watched outside. The rain is gone and the sky is blue, and it looks so peaceful because it's so early. It's something I don't notice when I'm on the way to work, usually because I'm still half asleep and in a hurry. I took some photos of my view out of my window, and I'm going to post them this afternoon some time. It's not so peaceful out there now seeing as it's bordering on 9am, and there's a church a hundred metres down the road.
Mark rang me this morning. I thought it was work. I was cursing who'd be ringing me this early, and was surprised that Mark was even awake. They're on the train into Sydney already, and will get there at about 11am. I told him that check in time isn't usually until 2pm, and he said he thought it was 10am, and I said that that is check out time and they need time to get the room ready for the next lot of guests. He said they'll go there and see if it's ready, and if not just leave their bags there and go walking through the city. I wish I could have gone. I really want to go away some where.
Now I'm going to sort the clothes in the bedroom out. They're lying in a big pile that's covering most of the floor.