Running out of honey
(Forget about the idiom’s meaning, think about the concepts making it up, it makes you smile, doesn’t it? I image a rather large pool filled with honey where I am trying to get out from and not quite managing being caught in a sticky delicious web, prisoner of one own’s pleasures.)
Opening yet another coffee pack is another way to measure time, keeping in mind my everyday three spoons full of coffee. The annoying part is I am moving to my last pack of Italian coffee in stock. Being the cheap price slash quality bastard that I am, I find it outrageous I will have to pay more to get the same staff. I also have to add milk and honey to my grocery list, making my mornings, if not perfect, at least better.
Back to work, this seems like a good day for science, dusting up my to do list. I am not going to be discouraged by the length and opulence of that list!
