The Day Before Monday

My dad always said that while he was a teacher he always dreaded Sunday night. I don't think it has as much to do with being a teacher as it does with having a good life outside of work, but I get it. Especially painful is the Sunday night after a great holiday. I actually like work, more than most people probably, but I'm not immune to the grief that follows when something wonderful ends.

As a rule, we do as little as possible when we stay in Beijing for a holiday, and this time was no different. Here you might wonder, then, what will I write about? Well, just because we didn't do much, doesn't mean our week was uneventful. You would have had to forget that we have two young kids if you thought that!

But, it was the really mundane things that made our holiday. Today, like most of the other days this past week, we had a few friends over to eat. We ate chocolate crepes, eggs, bacon, cheese, and fruit (not all together, of course) and chatted about current events and future plans. We gawked at the window washers perched precariously on the edge of the building opposite ours. And, we pet the dog.

By request we had a lovely mutt named Borges join us for breakfast and Olivia couldn't have been happier if we'd given her a big bar of chocolate. Actually, she got some chocolate too, so she pretty much hit the jackpot this morning.

And now it's mid-afternoon. Sunday evening is very close. Oddly, today I have none of my usual Sunday anxiety. I haven't planned the meals for the week, done the grocery shopping, or finished all of my grading, but I'm just to relaxed to stress about it. As a matter of fact, I'm so relaxed that I might just take a nap with Olivia. I just can't imagine life can get any better than this!