I`m at home, my notebook on my lap, my legs up on a cushion, dim light, the noise from outside invading my private space. I`m just enjoying a glass of wine while reflecting upon life.
An ordinary day, walking to the office in the morning (subways still on strike), surviving another day at work, walking back home, making a stop in the park to sit on the grass and eat a fruit salad while enjoying the last rays of sun, making another stop at the groceries store, reading a chapter of a book about lighting, reading some blogs, phoning a friend for her birthday. Nothing really happened. Just another day.
Day 6 PT:
There are days when “nothing really happened” is just what you need.