I had a few too many champagnes last night for a friend's 40th. It's a wonderful thing when besties you've known for 17 years get together and all you do is laugh and smile and eat cake. My sister came up for the night and sore heads or not, we were up and down to North Bondi for breakfast by about 8:30. We had pancakes and soy lattes and bought a few things before she made her flight home. 

And since I was still a little seedy, I thought I'd catch up with my bookclub reading in bed. Which of course lead to a two hour nap while Dan made soup and listened to a killer playlist (I mean...). I love day-sleeping, and I love sleeping while other people are around - while there's music and stuff going on, something about it that I find enormously comforting. Waking up and rolling over and hearing snatches of songs and conversations.






20131021-214750.jpgI spent the best part of my Sunday here, on the couch, fast asleep. It was wonderful and amazing and just what my body needed.

Coming off the back of my yoga challenge, a whole heap of last-minute running around ahead of our late housewarming / early Halloween party (a good reason to tidy your house and unpack those last few boxes if ever there was one) and a 3 AM bedtime due to the brilliance of said housewarming, I was in need of some Meg time. Some quiet time. I haven't had a day to myself in months, and while I'd planned to go to the beach and do a walk and read the paper, it just didn't happen. After mopping the floor and taking a long shower I made a big cup of Earl Grey and climbed onto the couch to watch an episode of Downton Abby and promptly fell asleep. For THREE HOURS.

I tried to watch the end of the episode later, when I got into bed at about 9, but still couldn't get through it, asleep as I was within minutes. Oh Sunday, you sure were good to me this week.