I woke up by my sister in law's soothing voice repeating my name while she was softly pulling the white sheets of my bed. It was pretty late already so I got up and immediately washed my face and brushed my teeth; I've never understood how people can have breakfast or do something else the moment they wake up without brushing their teeth. Not washing your face and have your eyes covered in buggers is passable (if you're not going anywhere), but not brushing your teeth? yuck. So I put on some gray working-out pants, a white tank-top and a gray sweat-shirt. I get outside and the weather is in its most perfect state: cloudy, yet not chilly nor nearly cold, and strangely a bit sunny. Light, breathable, suitable.
2 miles and I'm already a bit fucked up. The sun is now strongly shinning and I keep thinking how worse it would've been if I would've carried smoking. I haven't touched a cigarette in over a month. I feel accomplished.
I get home and I eat scrambled eggs with beans, some chips and 2 GREAT cups of coffee. By the way, if you want a great, strong coffee, the secret is on how much coffee do you add to the water that you've pour inside the coffeemaker/cup. You don't have to add a lot to make it nice and dark. For 8 cups I put 4 to 5 spoons and some powdered cinnamon to the coffee before I start on the coffeemaker. After my nice breakfast I log in to check my e-mail and I have a nice conversation with an ex ex ex, about religion, concerts in Mexico and long distance relationships. It's amazing how much you can say words throughout writing; words that you would never say if that person was in front of you.
Family arrives and I eat chicken with lemon and home-made salsa, and yes: more beans.
I'm still looking for a job, but mostly: I'm taking it simple and easy, day by day. Life is about moments and days, not about school years, or events, neither dates in advanced; I guess this is why I am always late to everywhere I am supposed to go, I stop and "smell the flowers" [what a cheesy line gringos came up with].
Hasta.
B.
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