It's been five days since we returned from Canada. I've thought of a million ways to describe our two weeks there -- posts which broke the trip down into days, sections or themes -- but nothing matched my mood for writing. Part of me, perhaps, is still digesting the visits we had with old friends, the plans laid out to move back to Canada, or the cold that struck me on New Year's Day and which only disappeared today. The bottom line is that we had a good and mellow break; many books were devoured, videos watched and firelogs burnt as flakey snow fell and melted on global-warmed Canadian soil.
This morning, I woke up with the alarm clock at 9pm. I ate cereal and drank a cup of tea. I fooled around with the internet until 10pm, then went by my landlady/gym buddy's place so she could join me at Mile End's Leisure Centre. A beautiful sun filled London's sky. The gym was empty and, despite not having worked out for over a month, I felt energetic and up for it. On the way home, we bought groceries at Budgens and made plans to go hiking in Scotland during the summer.
After lunch, Kevin went downtown to meet his sister, leaving me alone at home. I had planned to drop by
sushidog's place for a cup of tea, but the apartment was a disaster long before the Christmas break, sorely in need of a good clean (I hope the tea party was a success!) Much hoovering, furniture-shifting and wiping issued. I then worked on my novel (still temporarily called
Blank Shots), read some more of
London The Biography, made my neighbours listen to Curve and drank copious amounts of tea.
I haven't felt this energetic since November. I'm trying to use my free hours productively -- making mix CDs, reading, writing, organizing -- anything that will keep away winter's fatal ennui. The TV hasn't been used very often and, when it has, it's usually for DVDs. This year, I want to go to the cinema more often, return to the pool, hit some nightclubs with Silke and her friends, do some voluntary work, see my friends more often and keep this fortress as serene as possible. Time flies and I'm scarily aware of it.