Woke up shivering in the middle of the night yesterday and had to walk to the closet and bring out the winter blankets. I guess in my home blankets serve as visual affirmation of a season.
My brief sabbatical from work is coming to an end all to quickly and what I’m going miss most are days like this when I take myself out on a date as the world rushes past in a frenzy around me and I laze around in a cafe with a book, some pretty dessert and endless cups of coffee.
Re-watched All the Presidents Men with Scooby recently and have compete intentions of watching it again once I get back home.
On a completely unrelated note: I feel unnaturally happy at the prospect of packing a suitcase. Wonder if that’s normal!!