Since I’ve been back in an office — it’s only been 3 weeks and I have Wednesdays off for my other projects, but still — I appreciate weekends a tad more. In other words, I’m remembering what the other half (and by ‘half’, I mean ‘overwhelming majority’) feels about life, things and days off. Frankly, it’s hard to tell a Sunday apart from a Monday if you go to Starbucks either way…
In any case, the prospect of having a proper night’s sleep on Friday night is truly enticing nowadays. Especially yesterday evening, as we went to see Leto, a film about Soviet Russia’s first — and to this day biggest — rock icon (and a personal favorite, obviously). Then bed. Mmmm.
And then… no alarm until we woke up the next morning a little before 11am, or at least I did: my fiancée may have already been up and back to sleep, who knows, she’s been known to wake up early every day and I could have a truck smash into our building and remain asleep. That’s how tiring the week has been. And how thick my sleep is, always.
After a slow start — again, Saturday — we finally emerged out of the house to go running: in humid grey December weather, I say that’s a victory. Also, we headed to the Buttes Chaumont park, a very pretty place nearby, which also happens to be rather hilly. Not my decision, quite obviously. I still followed. And got through our usual 7.5k regimen. And got back home shaking.
After a long shower — which would have been longer had the hot water not run out — we ate what my fiancée had prepared, i.e. a fabulous mix of dal with butternut squash, tofu, cheese, bread, chocolate and roasted apples with cinnamon. In other words, I’ve been sleepy (again) since.
Then we started planning dinner with friends who live on the other side of town:
Fiancée: It looks like several subway lines are shut down…
Me: Oh… Why?
Fiancée: Another demonstration, I’m afraid… Have you been following the news?
Me: So they can’t come have dinner in the neighborhood then?
Fiancée: They have a newborn and they’re coming by car, might be tough…
Me: But can we get down there?
Fiancée: By subway, yes.
Me: You said several lines are down…
Fiancée: Not ours.
Me: OK. Are we sure they can’t take it then?
Fiancée: Not recommended with a newborn, too many germs…
Fiancée: Also, they have pizza.
Pizza beats social unrest.