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Poor Monday. Nobody really likes it. Really, it's the pariah of the week, no? and that must feel ... crap. If days had feelings, that is.
Anyway.
This Monday, however (as in today, which I know has yet to happen in other parts of the world, but much of which has already transpired Down Under), has been pretty cool. In case you hadn't already guessed from the title of this post.
First and foremost, I had the day off work, and so it has been my very first, for real, ME day since D and I got married. That's sixteen months, people! Now, I love D, and I love spending time with D, but I also love spending time alone; I can positively feel the recharging as I sit here and type. There is stuff to do around the apartment, but it can wait a little while. The Fur Kid is meowing her head off - hopeful, little meows - presumably for her dinner, because having someone at home seems to throw off her Stomach Clock completely (it's currently late afternoon) and so it's just dinner time, all the time. Right now, she is sitting on the floor and gazing up at me with narrowed eyes. She would probably love to kill me, but knows that if she did, then she wouldn't have a hope of opening a can of food herself, what with the lack of opposable thumbs and all, so she is letting me live.
For now.
In other news (if you could call any of that "news"), the reason that I had the day off work was because - eek! and hooray! - I visited the new West Elm and Williams Sonoma stores in Bondi Junction this morning to take some photos for a column in the next edition of
Adore Home Magazine (this is what my little "squee!" blurt was about in last week's "This Week" [well, that was confusing] post). Strangely, I wasn't even nervous, which is
major for me! Admittedly I felt
really conspicuous, and it was weird to hear people refer to me as "the photographer" but overall it went really well and I will share some of my outtakes once the magazine has been released next month :)
Happily, on the train ride to and from Bondi Junction (I was about to abbreviate that to "BJ" but ... well, you know), I also got a chance to start reading Susan Cain's
Quiet and I am loving it so far. One of my favourite quotes from the Introduction is this:
"[A]t school you might have been prodded to 'come out of your shell' - that noxious expression which fails to appreciate that some animals naturally carry shelter everywhere they go, and that some humans are just the same."
Snails and turtles immediately spring to mind, but I think that it's a lovely quote nevertheless (not that there is anything wrong with snails and turtles, mind you, except perhaps for the snails that keep eating our woeful herb garden. They are annoying).
Okay well I think that this is enough rambling from me for one day. Plus the Fur Kid has finally worn me down and officially wins the war. Again!
