today is Saturday.

i awake, with great precision, to a cold morning at 10am, otherwise known as 1000 in the army(i must say that this is a luxury that i have not enjoyed in a long time). i get out of bed and begin boiling my water. the wait keeps me thinking about how nice it would be to have a cup of Milo; 3 teaspoons of Milo, a bit of sugar, some hot water and a good dose of fresh milk. ah, the simple joys of life. the water stops boiling and i proceed with preparing my choice beverage and after its completion, i take a sip; it is divine.

breakfast is simple. some cookies and the aforementioned cup of Milo. after a good 10 minutes, it is finished. while i place my cup into the sink, i make a mental checklist of the things i have to do for the day and realise that much of today's going to be spent cleaning up. there is nothing new about my realisation. ever since i enlisted, Saturdays have always been cleaning days; cleaning my field pack, washing my uniforms and PT kits, polishing my boots. it is a routine that i have come to terms with, but at times, it still bothers me because Saturday forms the bulk of my free time when i book out and here i am, washing and cleaning.

on the list(in no order or whatsoever);

1. remove clothes that were hung yesterday

2. wash uniforms

3. read my new fortune and time magazines

4. look for awesome music to listen to

5. blog

6. clean up room and pack wardrobe

7. wash the dishes

9. training run + sets.

10. watch some TV shows

i'm at number 5 now and i'm already halfway through 6.

ah, happy days.