Sun Day

Sundays are my favorite days in the apartment. On Sundays I want to call it a house. It's too quiet to be in the city. It feels like there's no one else around. I sleep in, open my curtains, sit on the floor in my room in the impossible air and sunlight that pour through the hugh open windows. No one walks by. No one is shouting. The construction workers have the day off. Cars seem to take another route to avoid our street. It's perfectly relaxing.

This is a particularly beautiful Sunday and I'm feeling relieved. We're going to be okay. All of the stress of the last week feels very assuredly behind me now. We're going to be fine. We're going to be great.

I stayed up excruciatingly late last night reading New Moon (the second book in the Twilight series). I read at least 200 pages before forcing myself to turn off the light and close my eyes. I was pushing myself, barely able to stay awake, but not able to stop reading. As soon as I turned off the light though, my eyes were wide open and I didn't feel sleepy anymore. Eventually I fell asleep, dreamed very strange dreams, and woke up when Per kissed me good morning. It was 11.40, but because of of the daylight savings change last night it was 12.40. Nice.

Last night we went out for dinner and drinks with Keith and Melanie and Melanie's friend Lisa. Leo was there, too and he learned how to drink out of a straw. He was hilarious- and he thought so, too! Lisa is a really cool girl. I'm going to invite her to this week's Stitch n' Bitch and hope she comes! When we got home we watched Sigur Ros's concert documentary "Heima". It was stunning and very moving. It really made me long for the far north of Scandinavia again. I want to go back and this time I want to see Norway, and more of Finland- and definitely Iceland.

Now I have the tough decision of what to do today: knit or read, and maybe eventually go out and meet up with Per and our friends Mandi and Anlo.

The problem of leisure: what to do for pleasure...