Monday

Alex and I stayed home today. We woke late, tangled up in sheet, and called in. This morning called for wrapping our arms around each other and telling the world to go away. So we stayed in and caught up around the house. We ran errands and met Brett and Ailsa for coffee.

This evening Alex slept while I hung out the washing and seduced the sunset. When he woke we drank white wine and made origami cranes, and fell in love with this. A day spent encased in our own chaos for a change. Giving the outside world the finger and rolling over again.

The callie-dog came over and made herself at home by the door and I threw the old soccer ball again and again. The washing hangs listless on the line for now and I just don't care. For now, I'll raise another glass to the morning, then wash my worries down the drain before we tangle hot bodies in the sheets again.

Extended weekends for the taking as we drink from life and finally put our feet down. This may be chaos but for once it's of our own making and I just don't care what they think of me. Tomorrow plays at Monday and we'll be on our way again 'til Friday night tangles us in the sheets and rolls over once more.

Good night.