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Sundays are Fun-days

A list of good things from today:

  1. A beautiful sunrise. I may not like being up that early (or rather, that sunrise is so late), but at least it was a lovely sight.
  2. Holding a baby as he falls asleep. Nothing is more soothing.
  3. Seeing people I like at church.
  4. Getting a ride home - much faster than the bus.
  5. Laughter and lunch in the kitchen with a roommate.
  6. Rest.
  7. My cousin arrives!
  8. First ever visit to Wreck Beach. It really is lovely. And we almost made it without any nudity.
  9. Delicious dinner, cooked by another great roommate.
  10. Remembering how much I love when family and friend are one and the same.
  11. Four hours of mind-numbing but entertaining television.
  12. Catching a grammar mistake imprinted forever in someone's house courtesy of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition.
  13. A "long-lost" roommate makes a surprise visit upstairs. He comes with bags of bread, boy advice, and new music for my iPod.
  14. Anticipating tomorrow. Nothing to do but cook, clean, and look forward to a dinner for 16! Guaranteed to be fun. Hopefully delicious as well.


Vanessa said…
Oooh! What was the grammar mistake?!?
I love finding those.
Beth said…
did you watch it?

the backyard basketball court had a big logo said:

"who's house?

but it should be whose.
Wendy said…
awww...was thanksgiving good?
Hope so.

I too celebrated here. It was actually amazing. I'M Anglea's weekend life partner, and so she put me as here second for this dinner with the other Canadians at her school. It was wonderful.

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