Days of dawning/yawning

Thing I learned on Sunday #1: If you want to get ahold of the elusive A., try accidentally calling her.

I have spent days trying to track down that girl to no avail. That's despite her having a cell phone. Yet, the day I'm shopping and my purse does some impromptu dialing without my knowledge and she actually answers her phone ... to hear me talking and walking and going about my day. I somehow called her twice. She called back and left a message.

I may have to try this again.


Thing I learned on Sunday #2: Any weekend can be a vacation. You just have try relaxing hard enough.

Lately, I've been jolted awake in the middle of nightmares where I'm in the midst of coming up with a better headline to yesterday's story, or have written an entire, very detailed story in my head and am desperately hoping somehow at the national desk will update it because dammit don't they know I'm asleep?! So, by the time five work days have crammed millions of minute details into my head, I'm itching to tune out, if just for a bit.

Recipe for a pseudo vacation: Sleep in + Eat out for breakie + Read paper while sipping coffee + Nap + Eat lunch + Shop + Eat some chocolate + Eat supper + Watch movie

Toss in a side adventure to a place you've never seen, (In Sunday's case, an old Catholic church and what I'll call Furniture Way aka. King St E) and you've got a bona fide mini-holiday.

So simple. But really, what more do you need?

In my case, I need desperately to have a real vacation on the horizon. Which I do. But until then, mini-vacances will have to suffice.