My deviant day

Today is a day for aberrations.
Ice cream and potato chips for breakfast.
Toast and chocolate biscuits for lunch.
The tease of a playful cloudburst by my staid window.
A late afternoon omelette.
No work tip-toeing its way onto tomorrow’s list of things to do.
Tomato juice for tea.
And rapture while sifting through stacks of dusty, disinterested print.
For dinner, another ice cream meal is in order.