Sleepy Sunday

I think I have finally caught up on sleep. I have slept almost as much as Oscar in the last 24 hours. I got up at a decent hour, after having a one hour conversation with my honey last night that I think has changed my life (for the better). I had the biggest grin on my face. Being in love is a lovely thing.

I spent a highly stressful morning having tea in bed, and readng "The Blind Assassin" by Margaret Atwood. My favorite writer, a Canadian and the only person I was at a loss for words with. I bumped into her on the Bloor Danforth line, west of St. George (she got off there) and I was a mumbling idiot. I know those of you who know me, think this impossible but I truly was. I mean I thought here is the woman I want to write like. Nothing I say will be eloquent in her world. She was very kind and patient eventhough I couldnt get two words out. I was truly nervous talking to her.

Here is a quote from her book I found very relevant and in keeping with my entry last weekend entitled "Life or some thing like it". Here it is "When you're young you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and of people too- leave them behind. You dont yet know about the habit they have, of coming back".

At this rate I'll be done soon. Fortunately I have spotted another of her books in our library.

After reading about 2 hours and enjoying numerous cups of Ahmad tea, Oscar and I had another 2 hour nap. A delicious nap as Philip Stanbury used to say. Currently Mr. O is on my lap, stinking to high heaven and making typing very hard. Time to wash his face. He hates that. He is very furry! And very ripe.