A truly odd day, this. Firstly, the day after d's birthday. Secondly, one of the only days in living memory where we didn't have to do anything immediately on jumping out of bed. Result - no jumping out of bed. Instead, we took advantage of a recent furniture shift-around and one of my Christmas gifts - watched a couple of episodes of Smash on DVD, while snuggling.
Then, when eventually we got up, something about the mood shifted. d said she felt like today was her real birthday, and, because a few of her cards yesterday were covered in glitter, we dubbed it Glitter Day, a kind of extension on the birthday.
That said, we couldn't seem to find out motivation to do anything. We lay around for a little while longer, then decided doing anything was probably better than doing nothing. So we went shopping, and oddly enough, that simple act got us out of the null feeling of the day. I went to do some writing, and d to some cooking.
The thing about writing - and I would assume about cooking too, or any other creative endeavour - is that time does rather fly when you get on with it. So no, as yet, I still haven't made it back onto the bike since we shifted it out of the office and put it in the bedroom. Still - a day of relatively restrained consumption, so hopefully, a day with no particular harm done.
Tomorrow, Ma comes home from her sister's place and re-assumes command of her own domain.
And Tuesday brings a return to work for me, and a first toe-dip into the worlds of yoga and boot camp.
And so the 2013 arm of the Disappearing Man begins, from glitter and nullity to stretching and severe pain.
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