Seriously, told myself as I left the office last Friday at 8pm that I would need to arrive to work on Monday well rested and ready for a big day.
Last night, I had to forgo dinner due to an inexplicable bellyache that arrived precisely at the wrong time – and then invited his friend, nausea, to join the party.
Later, I tossed and turned until around 02:30, unable – no matter how much I tried – to grab hold of sleep.
So. Feeling awesome this morning. Not.
Stack it on, Monday. Make it heaps.
This weekend has been the trifecta of sunny weather, an abundance of catch-ups with friends, and treasured rituals. Yes, indeed, I am feeling rather super-duper today. I hope you’re feeling all manner of awesome, too, friend!
On a day like today, it’s impossible to sit indoors.
I was out of the house before 07:30 this morning, and strolling across ‘The Coathanger’ with the Bestie a short time later. Evidently, many others felt the same – there were lots of runners and walkers (and dogs) out on the Bridge… although I didn’t take any photos of them; I always choose scenery over humans, as we know.
The (Instagram-processed) photo above was taken from Milsons Point, on Sydney’s lower north shore. It’s also where Luna Park is located.
Amusement parks are strange places, aren’t they? I don’t find them amusing so much as odd. The crazy lady who greets arrivals to Luna Park is proof enough, in my humble opinion. Sometimes, she looks like she’s been electrocuted mid-smile. And other times, she looks like she’s freaking out because a bat has landed on her head. That aside, the rides are fun for about six minutes, and then I’m ready to leave – so much for the notion of ‘amusement’.
We wandered around for a bit, and walked back to the city, had breakfast, then decided afterwards to take ourselves to Centennial Park for a picnic as the day was just too amazing. (It still is! I think it might be about 29C (!) as I type this at just after 17:00. Did someone say ‘Indian Summer’?)
I am aware that I’ve posted a similar shot from Hyde Park before, but I never tire of the scene. It’s always enjoyable to be surrounded by trees in the heart of the city.
I met the Bestie for a walk this morning. A good catch-up over two to three hours of walking/several kilometres, breakfast in between. By the time we were done, it was lunchtime.
Great way to spend the best hours of the day, I reckon! Now if I could just re-programme my brain so that I don’t feel deflated about the approaching end of the Sunday, and hence the weekend, I’d be sorted.
I don’t think I’m the only one who feels this way about Sunday and the inevitable ‘finish’. Tell me I’m not!
After a 7-hour day in the office yesterday, I was determined to get myself outdoors today. It was a lovely day, both in the city and over the water – so it appeared to those of us confined to the land, albeit happily.
This time of year is the best in Sydney, in my most humble opinion. Neither too hot nor humid. And on 27C Sundays, it’s sublime.
What does it say about me, the fact that I like taking photos of quiet alleys and garbage bins? In the daytime, not the nighttime. I’m sure there’s something in that.
My day took me from home to my cousin-in-law’s to our restaurant to the NSW Wine Festival and back to the restaurant again. Eighty-one photos in total, and this is the one I choose to represent my Sunday.
As I said, what does it say?
They should change the name of Sunday to something, anything else. No sun today, Sunday. (Why, Sydney, do you almost always time the gray days for the weekend?)
An afternoon with a selection of dark-side viewing courtesy of David Fincher: The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, Se7en, Fight Club; and Denmark’s The Eagle (Hej, Hallgrim Hallgrimsson!).
It’s that time of year when I start thinking about the fact that summer doesn’t last forever.