A delicious day
So far, it's been one of those days that best can be described as delicious.
By that, I mean one of those days on which I feel grateful to be alive, grateful to have received the gift of life.
I didn't party last night, but instead curled up on the sofa with the dogs and watched a DVD (Inspector Montalbano - o.k., o.k., so I indulged in a little lust for Luca Zingaretti). This morning I awoke sans hang-over, feeling good and refreshed after a sleep of the just.
Now it's been a day where I've gone for a walk with the dogs along the old railway walking trail, pottered around in the back yard, played ball with the dogs, cleaned out all food in the fridge which is more than a few months old, indulged in Appletiser and fresh fruit, talked to Liz and to mum in Melbourne, and spent minimal time on-line.
I've breathed fresh air, eaten good food, drunk no alcohol and happily done without sex.
I'm still a mid 30s single woman, living in a house by myself, wanting to be loved and looking at a life without a regular partner.
So what! Today, it feels good to be alive, to breathe fresh air and to feel free.
Tomorrow, the dogs and I might fortify ourselves for the trip down to the sand-plains and go to the beach.
Happy ...