Monday, May 4, 2009

bliss

bliss

(Bliss Is… by Evelina)

I thought I’d poll Twitter to see what generates bliss in these darkest of days, where the credit is crunchy and the swine threaten to poison our mothers.

  • spent the morning at the beach and now heading along melrose with leas wealthy grandpa ;)
  • Feeling somewhat better today. Lying back in front of a big roaring open fire…
  • monday morning. a complete 180 from my last monday. i like it. i’m with mom. we’re going to her doc app. we’re eating lunch together
  • Soaking feet in foot spa…
  • working outside today. Wireless + extension cord + back porch = working bliss!
  • Taking the day off. Read the papers, drank some tea, went for lunch, bought some DVDs, might watch the Aston Villa game.
  • iPhone remote + AirPort express + powered speakers on balkony
  • grilled cheese and tomato soup on a rainy day
  • I have slept all afternoon, curled up with wife
  • there’s nothing quite like a Mayday riot
  • bloomington park + sun + geese + right now
  • watching the first season of The Wire, roast cooking in the kitchen (and I’m not cooking it!), and a glass of wine
  • Soft rain, sharing front porch with cats, and graduation is in four days
  • Chilling out to Dam Busters now. Perfect for Sunday napping
  • on one of the foot massage machines in Selfridges
  • Press pot of hot Coal Creek coffee + snug in bed with the laptop + no time constraints on a take home final
  • Peppermint tea, left over curry and 24.
  • walked to Reculver, listened to the rave birds, had pub lunch, then walked back, had hot choc with marshmallows..
  • dull grey skies, still not properly dressed, cake making & dancing along to Exceptional In The 80s on Radio 2
  • Curled up on the sofa with a cup of tea and code. Snooker final on in the background.

So there you go. Get comfortable, put on some telly, eat something nice, have the weather be sunny/cloudy/rainy/other, that is the answer to all of life’s problems. Not a single instance of seeing your enemies driven before you and hearing the lamentations of their women. Alas.

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