Sunday Sloth

Fall's arrived pretty definitively. It's Sunday afternoon and I've not done much yet today other than have one of those European breakfasts that starts at like ten thirty and goes until quarter of two. We were joined spontaneously by two friends who are weekend Berliners only for the next six weeks/six months respectively--I have no idea how they do it--I was gone for a month and I missed it like drugs. Plans to hit the laundramat (no washing machine as of yet) and the gym were crushed by said epic breakfast. After all, why work out when you can eat for four hours straight instead? By the time the breakfasting was over, it was time for Lenny to come by and watch Formula 1 (Barichello/Button/Raikkonen)--I'm still pulling for my man Kimi but it's not really looking like he's going to place in the world cup at all. Sniff, sniff.

What's a girl to do? I still have to print out my handouts for my Tuesday course and I could go make copies, but I happen to find gunmetal grey skies incredibly unmotivating. Today is shaping up to be one of those where I don't leave the apartment. Some Sundays are like that...but I am a militant defender of periodic sloth. I have no problem with people randomly showing up for breakfast, as long as they have no problem with me running around in a beater and OSU scrubs & no makeup. And my weeks are busy as hell. 

So sloth it is...

Somehow I find myself looking forward to winter this year. I'm sure this initial anticipation will be replaced by seasonally affective shitiness within a matter of months, but at the moment the concept of cold, dreary weather and sweaters is still novel. Especially since the new couch just got preordered...it's one of those big, fat, flat ones with lots of pillows. It's a leather/tweed mixture, although I hate leather furniture that's not at least 40 years old, the combination works. And it's coming in two weeks! I can't wait to get rid of our nasty-ass IKEA futon. It's so very "first flat after college"--not that there's anything wrong with that--I just feel like it's time for something else. And the damn thing is pretty rank. 

Also on my To Do List for today is to break it to my parents that Stephan and I won't be coming over for Christmas as initially thought/planned. It'd be too much on a variety of different levels, to put it diplomatically. I feel bad, but I know it's the better decision for me. We'll see where Christmas happens this year, since Stephan's Mum is single...maybe we'll get to have it here, which would kind of rock. I think. As long as I get to do most of the cooking. It'd be the first year in ages where Christmas wouldn't involve a 3 hour car ride...although I will miss celebrating up in Mecklenburg in the willage. The novelty of it would probably win out, though.

Hm. Remind me again how Christmas came up? Not my most coherent day. Oh well, enough for now. Hope everyone's well. 

xxxx