Just one of those days

It's one of those lazy, hazy, crazy days of su-u-u-mmer. Except that it is always summer here. Sometimes, it rains. But that's about it.

I get up late, stretch and look out the window at swaying coconut trees. Ahhh, a slight breeze. I listen carefully and there they are, the tinkle of Mom's chimes.

"Jenneeeeee...come down, have your breakfast," Mom hollers.

"Yeah, yeah," I mumble as I make my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Was up late last night watching M*A*S*H. Second season. Have I told you I simply love M*A*S*H? Wish Hawkeye Pierce was real. I would so love to have a roll in the hay with him. But of course, they never show him doing anything but kissing:

"Was she good?"

"My lips may never walk again."

Then it's breakfast, after which I get onto the Net and play a few rounds of Spider Solitaire. (Bath? Who needs a bath?) Then I check my mail - some replies, some motivational stuff...I skim through it all.

Nothing demands my undivided attention. Not even my book-du-jour. Or rather, my several books-du-jour. I dip in and out. Slippery as an eel. Lazy as a trout. That's me.

Mom decides to lose her temper sometime during noon. I have been at the computer for two hours, while she has been rushing about, cleaning house, cooking the dogs' good, then cooking our food, and she starts yelping at me.

My eyes still glued to the computer, I brush her off. The bullets turn to dew. Nothing can rile me up today. Nothing. I bask in the glow of my inertia...

A body at rest tends to stay at rest
A body in motion tends to stay in motion
Reebok...the physics behind the physiques

Of course, I eventually get off my keister. We go to collect the dogs' licences. Do Mom's passport. She is coming with me to Australia for graduation. But we do everything in slow motion.

It's Malaysia. It's hot. It's just one of those days...