Day of quiet...or so I´d thought

 Yesterday I was not even up that late, but slept until nine in the morning anyway. I had some disturbing dreams, one of them even made me wake up, because my brain told me that the problem I was confronted with did not have a practical solution. That´s what makes me go up the wall, even in dreams. I did write some mails on the PC and continued scoring a theme a friend needs for her choir after a late breakfast. Lunch was peanut-sesame noodles with fried chicken, then I started the only 1000 piece jigsaw I have at the moment. Daughter was happily nodding along in her room- she had stayed at her friends´ party until three in the morning, took a cab back to her flat, changed into her uniform then took another cab to the airport. No doubt that she had to be very, very tired, and her next early shift will be next morning. Good luck for me, too, because once again it´s me who has to do the driving. And just when I thought that a lazy day is very cool indeed, the doorbell rang, and in came the lady who lives in the ex-vet´s house, bringing a bottle of wine she had to drink practically alone, because it´s don´t drink and drive for me. Needless to say that she did not leave early but sat for a while. Hubby even served her cold cuts- that lady always has a good appetite! I felt very relieved when she finally left and ran upstairs to do my daily LJ entry- hubby expects me to join him for the prime time programme. So much for a day of rest and quiet- honestly, even doing housework would have been better than listening to the blather of a tipsy old lady who feels bored at home alone. And no, it´s not that she lacks social communication. But a day without friends must be the horror for her...