Aug. 27th, 2007 02:48 pm
Indolence is bliss
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muckefuckOne more thing I want to remember about last night: How lovely things were from the moment I left Rosehill on. I was a little worn out waiting for the Peterson bus to wisk me back to Sheridan, but there was also a certain endorphin factor to having spent the last three hours or so tramping about. I forget sometimes how much my spirit needs doses of nature. When I called ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu to let him know I'd be late for dinner, he was very understanding.
Sometimes we're both so tired on Sunday evening that getting together seems almost counterproductive. Christianity's day of rest is his chores day; twelve hours or more of that can leave him dour and hard-to-amuse. I have a terrible habit of staying up too late on Saturday night and failing to make it up Sunday morning (bzw. afternoon) which makes me want to be Left A Lawn. More than once, it's felt like a duty to put aside my book, head over, and be social. On top of that, if we've already spent Friday evening and most of Saturday together, we've exhausted our news, which can make getting a convo started challenging.
But, of course, this time I had my afternoon's adventures to fill him in on. For his part, he'd kicked off a couple hours to come down to the deck and read Jonathan Spence, so he was better rested than usual. Plus we got to compare notes on Chinese agrarian history, woo hoo! It was wonderful on the deck--cool and breezy--and the grilled chicken with sour orange juice and fenugreek was scrummy, particularly when washed down with a lovely Naia. And then, on top of it all, we caught a beautiful moonrise. (It will most likely be even lovelier tonight, so we're both going to try to make it somewhere where we can see it.)
Afterwards, exhaustion began to catch up, so we collapsed on the couch and cuddled while watching Return of the King on WTBS, the Channel of Ten Billion Commercials. I'm still hoping that Nuphy will host his insane all-day viewing of the trilogy one of these days.
monshu to let him know I'd be late for dinner, he was very understanding.Sometimes we're both so tired on Sunday evening that getting together seems almost counterproductive. Christianity's day of rest is his chores day; twelve hours or more of that can leave him dour and hard-to-amuse. I have a terrible habit of staying up too late on Saturday night and failing to make it up Sunday morning (bzw. afternoon) which makes me want to be Left A Lawn. More than once, it's felt like a duty to put aside my book, head over, and be social. On top of that, if we've already spent Friday evening and most of Saturday together, we've exhausted our news, which can make getting a convo started challenging.
But, of course, this time I had my afternoon's adventures to fill him in on. For his part, he'd kicked off a couple hours to come down to the deck and read Jonathan Spence, so he was better rested than usual. Plus we got to compare notes on Chinese agrarian history, woo hoo! It was wonderful on the deck--cool and breezy--and the grilled chicken with sour orange juice and fenugreek was scrummy, particularly when washed down with a lovely Naia. And then, on top of it all, we caught a beautiful moonrise. (It will most likely be even lovelier tonight, so we're both going to try to make it somewhere where we can see it.)
Afterwards, exhaustion began to catch up, so we collapsed on the couch and cuddled while watching Return of the King on WTBS, the Channel of Ten Billion Commercials. I'm still hoping that Nuphy will host his insane all-day viewing of the trilogy one of these days.
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