why can't every day be the weekend?

[rivendellrose]

The morons upstairs have graduated to new and fascinated levels of noise. CLUNK thunk thunk. Thump. Clunk-CLUNK! With just enough irregularity that it surprises and irritates me every time it picks up after a temporary silence. Argh.

Anyway, it's been a lovely weekend, starting with sushi with nekokoban and maymargaret on Friday night, and then a long and sunny day of dog-walking with narsilion and her babysat-dog, Harry, on Saturday, followed by watching The Gay Divorcee with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, followed by turning on all our swing music and dancing in our living room. Very silly fun, and I miss swing dancing sooooo much. Today I just tooled around a little, did a bit of bookstoring, and am beginning to settle in for writing. ...At least I hope I am. I've been neurotically writer-blocked the last few weeks. :P

I turned on the kettle for tea about half an hour ago, and never got up to make it. That's how lazy I'm being right now. Lovely lovely quiet Sunday.

Comments

[jfrog78.livejournal.com]

If you walk without rhythm you won't attract the worm.

[narsilion.livejournal.com]

Harry and I had a wonderful time. He didn't even get p to come to the bedroom on Saturday night...sound asllep on the couch, and didn't go out potty until
Sunday morning!!
The Gay Divorcee? Wow!
And the teapot thing? Sundays were meant to be lazy.

[narsilion.livejournal.com]

Whoa, my typing sucks today!