*917 - it's always sunny on sundays

From what I remember, every Sunday in the past two months or so has been sunshiney and lovely. Even in the midst of gloomy, non-stop drizzly weekdays. Guess the rainclouds have been observing Sabbath too.

Another perfect Sunday. Refreshing sermon, satisfying post-church hunger with dimsum in Chinatown for the second week in a row, discovering a very close equivalent of the Singaporean teh bing in a little bakery, driving the girls home with the sunroof popped open (and abandoning the boys, who had to take the train back instead), and now basking in the wonderful reality of No Homework & No Prelims & No School-Related Commitments (although it does mean the absence of some school-related lovelies) ...

The simple pleasure of knowing that even though you are in a completely new city, that there are those one or two people who have known you since you were a pimply, braces-donning, gawky thirteen-year-old ("We went to the same high school and college and are now in the same city again" is our generic explanation), is comforting indeed.