It was just this kind of day.

We went out for lunch, we ate Mexican. Bruno came, of course, he lay on the footpath next to our table and people continually stopped and patted him, as they so often do.

Sunday. The best day of the week, hey? We should bottle Sundays and sell it as happy pills for the stressed out in society.

I fell asleep on the couch in the later afternoon, just lay my head back and closed my eyes. Big pillow, and a blanket pulled of me. I tried not to fall asleep because I wanted to savour every minute of it. Fall asleep and Monday just sneaks up on you even quicker than it would have otherwise.

Weekends go fast and weeks go slow, isn't that how it goes?

And the weekend slipped away.