I slept in today, woke up at noon and went grocery shopping. It's not as fun as grocery shopping in the Amreeka used to be, not enough variety or shameless consumerism. (And to tell you the truth I quite enjoy shameless consumerism). I went out in torn blue jeans, and an old T, and it occurred to me that only in ferangi-friendly Islamabad can one actually walk out of the house looking like this and expect to return home unscathed (by virulent stares and unwelcome comments). We truly do live in a bubble in this city. But I think thats the way I like it. It may be fake, but its definitely comfortable.
All day I've been vegging around at home wasting time on the internet (stumbleupon, blogs-I've-neglected, articles I need to catch up on etc). I cleaned out my kitchen, am thinking of starting on the cupboards next. Or something. Working six day weeks means Sunday is the only chance I have to organize my life before I'm thrust into the grind again tomorrow morning. Am wondering whether to take up a dinner invitation or ignore in favor of some more solitude. Decisions-decisions. I've also been binging on good music. My computer keeps throwing gem-after-gem at me.
Life, my loves, is pretty-damn-good today :)