The week has been, well, nightmares and sleep deprivation, but otherwise quite fine. Anyway, I decided to be kind to myself this Sunday. I slept in, and was woken up by the sun shining outside. My cousin Jonatan has been staying with us for a couple of days, and we brought out the deckchairs and sat outside in the sunshine, Jonatan, Lina and I, eating breakfast and enjoying the occasional small-talk. I read “Orlando” by Virginia Woolf.
And it is amazing, how good things can be. A comfortable chair, a bottle of water and sunshine, a good book and the smell of warm skin intermingling with the sweet fragrance of the blooming trees and the faint smell from someone grilling downstairs. Verging on perfection.
When the sky slowly started filling up with clouds, I went inside and fell asleep on my bed. After reading in the sun, taking a nap in the middle of the day might be my favorite way to procrastinate.
The Natalia came, we made an amazing risotto and we watched two episodes of Twin Peaks. Life is good.
Katja Malmborg 