Yesterday I watched the rain drops splash ever so lightly on the windowpane while it rained half halfheartedly. The raindrops merged with the glass softly and rolled downwards to embrace the earth. A few drops hung precariously on the metal door handle till they grew too large to bear their own weight.
We watched ‘August Rush’ and I read books till I fell asleep and ate the last piece of the yummy chocolate cake; an achievement in a house full of seven grownups and two cats, one of which has a sweet tooth. We also played a version of Chinese whispers but with and addition of a long hollow tube. No one could tell what the other said but it was fun and I felt like I was a child again back in the day going to school in uncle Sena’s school van where we played these silly games.
Then night came and I tried to study and make some progress. But it didn’t work and I ended up listening to wedding songs with D and B and ate lots of junk food.
I love lazy Sundays like yesterday, those that you stay indoors all day and never set foot outdoors. In fact, today only feels like an extension of Sunday. Though I made an attempt to be organised and plan for the week, the day has nearly passed and I have been shamefully unproductive. In my defence, I will only say that things have not at all gone my way. So far, I’ve had no luck with finding any of the material I set out to find in the library and my research has stalled. I spent the morning walking, kneeling and crawling between library shelves in the serials section in two libraries and made myself disoriented with library catalogue numbers and non-existent foreign journals.
Despite these minor setbacks, I’m enjoying the quieter-than-usual office and gloomy weather and the chill in the wind. It just makes me want to sleep.
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