It use to be...

That the days passed as hours, some of them junior primary school long hours, interminable; Now it is as if I wear 10 league boots, stepping at least a week at a time.  It was a lovely week - the joy of being at home; I want to say "simple stuff" - but its really massively complex, just everyday in nature. Next week too - beautifully at home - work in the office with colleagues, eat at night with people you love, people who make you feel A LOT.  I think this is maybe what prison's real punishment would be, losing the ones freedom to be at home in the evening, doing everyday things - and (click the blue link) then the huge delight of the weekends (made this video using Aiden's camera to try and convince him to come road cycling with me, its the road down to the beach which you know) On a quiet morning you can hit 75 going down here if you really let the big cog fly.  But this was nearly lunch time and there was traffic which got in the way.  Sad thing about a bicycle is that when you come out of a slipstream there really is no gas, so you rely on whatever hapless vehicle it is to let you past; the van was having none of it.  A beautiful bicycle is still my favorite ever way to roll.

Hope your weekend has been as cool as ours.  Just got home from a fiery morning watching Evan play 7s soccer.  He was so nervous, and then played like an absolute champ.  Aiden is still there playing this afternoon.  I could not do 10 hours on a Sunday - that is just a bridge too far - so am hoping it went well for him too.

And then for a smile - a final clip, "Homecoming"because I could not resist the song (something possibly thoroughly murdered on Jacaranda - but new to me via a Frenchman yesterday - my thanks to Desmond & the Tutus).