mardi 26 février 2008

Few and far between

I woke up at home this morning.

And I woke up knowing that I had a whole day at home, work to do, but at my own pace. I rolled over and slept a bit more.

I sat by the window, looked at the river and drank some coffee. I enjoyed the early morning sun on my face, and the peace and quiet.

Work came and went. Spreadsheets, forecasts, business plans. Using my brain and taking my time to do good, unhurried work, I remembered why I like my job.

I ate lunch next door at the Quai des Arts. Fish with a herby crust, bulgar wheat and aubergines. Washed down with San Pel. Simple food, but perfect.

I walked to the 'maison de la presse' and bought a copy of yesterday's Guardian.

Back at home I wrote some editorial copy for a Belgian magazine and went through my emails.

I put some music on, made dinner, and washed it down with a glass of red. I read the paper and listened to Rufus.

The end of the day saw me sitting where I started - at the window, in the fresh air looking out over the river. Glass of wine in hand, I realise that I am lucky.

These days don't happen so often - usually it's all about rushing and airports and deadlines and negotiations and conflict.

It's been such a luxury of a day. I go to bed a happy, relaxed, contented man.

16 commentaires:

Swearing Mother a dit…

You've been food shopping then?

Sounds like your day has been sould restoring, it's great to have a day like that.

Swearing Mother a dit…

Sorry about the typo:

"soul" restoring, I meant to say.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

It was a great day. Really just what the doc ordered.

Yesterdays food shopping consisted of a brief stop at the boulangerie.

Greater food purchasing was achieved today - when I came to the conclusion that although I'd happily live off fancy quiches from the bakers and restaurant lunches, my bank manager and waistline both say I can't.

Ho hum....

CawfeeGuy a dit…

do you not usually wake up at home??

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Not always no....

Unfortunately it's quite normal for me to wake up in a hotel room, wondering where in the bloody hell I am.

Sometimes it's a little more exciting than that ... ;-)

CawfeeGuy a dit…

It's morning, I open my eyes
And everything's still the same
I turn to the guy who stayed last night
And ask him: What's your name?
~So Many Men (So Little Time)(Miguel Brown)

Lewis a dit…

Fantastic day. Sounds perfect. Especially ending with a glass of wine! Thanks for visiting and commenting on my site today.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

CawfeeGuy, That quote sounds a bit like my life from time to time.

Maybe more like a former life than the present one, but my readers may disagree...?

And hey Lewis. Welcome to my blog. You know, I read your Nancy Reagan being peed on post and I had to could I not?

Enda G a dit…

Sounds blissful. Now what's all this peeing on Nancy Reagan stuff....?

knifepainter a dit…

er.........I nip by for a read, enjoy the gentle post about your relaxed day, then I'm confronted by the Nancy/Golden Shower interface. Spill it.(Fnar.)

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Oh Lewis, what have you started?

The Nancy Reagan and the dog pee post is over at Lewis' joint.

Take the link from his comment above ... it's well worth it!

Anonyme a dit…

I just love working a home
Best bit is doing high powered stuff in my scruffie with wild hair and no make up.
Eating scrummy bits that are not M and S and eating dinner at a sensible time

Conortje a dit…

I can really feel the contentment coming through this post.

I really love your blog! I'm going to have fun today going through all the older posts.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

VM, sounds like we have the same idea of working from home - it's all about taking it easy!

And Hey Conortje, nice to see you here. Looking forward to sharing my dutch frustrations with you - it's not all as gezellig as they'd have us believe!

Lewis a dit…

I am so sorry to have been such a pain in the arse with the peeing on Nancy Reagan thing.....thanks to all who visited. I never thought it was possible either until it happened in my dreams! Hugs to all of you naughty boys out there.

Conortje a dit…

indeed - if you ever need a sympathetic ear on that front I'm your man :-)