A day of rest

16 November 2008

Lauren turned up this morning bearing birthday salutations and gifts. Gifts that required super-human strength to extricate them from the packaging, but which smelled very nice. I’m not sure what’s happened the rest of the day. With a bit of rain and wintery darkness outside I tend to switch off, even during the week, thinking that evening has come at half past three in the afternoon. And so just now I was to be found snoozing on a bean bag with The Simpsons on TV playing to an inattentive audience.

The plan for tonight involves a shower before snoozing in front of watching “Erin Brockovich” on TV and continuing to reknit the hat I wasn’t 100% happy with. And maybe rearranging that sentence so that the preposition isn’t at the end. Of course this is all somewhat dependent on the lethargy lifting … and I’m just not sure it can be bothered.