You came in with the breeze...

...on Sunday morning.

Two eggs sunny side up, a slice of buttered toast and a bowl of Raisin Bran Crunch. The Breakfast of Champions at well after 16:00.

It's a gorgeous day out. This is what Sundays are all about. Not a cloud in the sky, nice and sunny, not too windy. Makes me laugh at the memory of Black Wednesdays in second year uni where I'd trudge through at least an hour of stop and go on the 401 to make it to my 08:30 Arts Administration class. I'd finish up classes by 18:30 and slug through another hour commute and just NEVER SAW DAYLIGHT. Let me tell you plainly. It sucked ass.

But today my window is open, the waterfall in the backyard is making its gurgling waterfall sounds. 'Hey Jude' is on the radio and my next door neighbours are jabbering away in whatever eastern European language they speak. Neechee's at the foot of my bed napping and waking to take a bath (how do they know which patch of fur to lick?).

I've had a good, sweaty workout, a hot shower, the breakfast of champions and to boot - a good hair day. My best friend called to chat, and later I'll probably meet up with my boyfriend Nick, who at the moment is likely washing his motorbike. With all luck, my own motorbike will start up problem free, and I'll go out for a little spin before the sun goes down.

Ah! Sunday!