luxury is time well wasted

Wow, it's about 9:30pm and it's the first night in about a month where I've been home in the evening long enough to actually check email and sit back to realize I've got nothing to do. How I went from having a minimalist weeknight social life to having it morph hugely out of my control is beyond me. All I know is that reading Toronto Life (my, Jamie Kennedy, what lovely curls you have there) on the couch to the sound of silence interrupted by the odd bicycle softly whizzing by is absolute nirvana. My next day off, I'm grabbing a blanket, heading to Trinity Bellwoods and falling asleep in the sun reading whatever.