Quiet Day

My sister-in-law blew off my brother and me last night in favour of an outing with colleagues, so I wound up having one completely unscheduled day in the middle of my week. What a luxury!

The cats insisted I was up before 6:30am, but it's better than the 4:30am they were trying earlier in the week. We have found a happy medium.

There's something rather peaceful about being in suburbia at that time of the morning. Heavy dew on the lawn. Complete silence outside, even from traffic. Sun still trying to peak above the horizon. 12 Celsius. Friends, autumn is very nearly upon us.

I spent my one quiet day flipping through magazines and selecting some recipes to try at a later date, and starting a book I have been meaning to read for years: Walking the Bible by Bruce Feiler, and I'm about 100 pages in now. I should have it finished by the time I return to work. Played some Wii, went for a short walk. Watched some travel shows on Whitehorse, Belfast and Hong Kong.

I have unintentionally set myself a goal of watching one movie every day this week. I have seen The Opposite of Sex (terrible), Boy Interrupted (tragic), And The Band Played On (historical and interesting), Young People F (entertaining enough), and yesterday I watched two. Burn After Reading was uniquely Coen humour. I thoroughly enjoyed it. The best, by far, was Toronto Stories, a series of four vignettes tied together with one transient character. Besides identifying every landmark and street in the film, which was amusing in itself, I really enjoyed the stories themselves. They started out okay but got better and better as each one passed. Today I have scheduled Blindness and another whose title currently escapes me.

Today my social calendar picks up again. Lunch with a high school friend, rescheduled dinner with family. Tomorrow, I hope, my eye verdict, and then lunch with another high school friend.