Busy Day

It's a cold day as I sit here with my muesli and my coffee as the day begins. The phone hasn't stopped ringing, and I hate talking on the phone at the best of times. It started at 6.45 when my mate Dean called on his way to work. He laughed when I said I was still asleep. He said the sun was out and there was a full moon and that it was beautiful and I should get up and take a look.

(I've forgotten what that is called? Is that a blue moon? Grimace. I don't think it is)

Actually, it started on the dot of midnight when David text from Berlin to say he was alive and well, having a great time, you old slag.

My brother called at 9am from Brisbane and after that my sleep in was over and up I got.

Shane had left a present on the coffee table of an apple corer and peeler. I laughed. I am a bit of an apple fiend.

My sister called to say hi on her way to work. She was driving down the Caulder highway.

Sam called. He is hysterical when he calls from work, because he whispers way down low and he sounds like what a stalker would sound like, if I had one.

My ex-girlfriend called, she is on the Northern Beaches on a day off, as she is celebrating her fifteenth wedding anniversary with her husband.

And now I am off to lunch with my two oldest girlfriends.

Then it is out to dinner with Sam.

And, for someone who didn't want to do anything today, it has somehow morphed into a busy day. Yay! Lucky me.