Lazy Fridays

Dazed. A bit sleepy. The endless drone of the city traffic seems to have blended into a monotonous lullaby. Bones almost melting into the ratty rattan chair as the ancient ceiling fan twirls noiselessly in the late afternoon heat. Yeah, that's how I feel after just an hour back in the coffeeshop. It's easy enough to slide bonelessly into the lazy afternoon siesta that most of these good folks practise here.

Hard not to look at the old place in sepia tinged tones since time itself seems to stand still here. Seriously. I've sat for an eternity staring at the computer screen and it's barely an hour passed. I already feel spidery cobwebs clinging from my fingers to the keyboard. :)


Lazy afternoon...
Then my crotchety grandmother walks in ( supposedly down with a bad bad cold hence prompting our sudden return ) with a new Ipod and starts talking about attending Gwen Stefani's concert.

Paul : You are supposed to be resting! I came back here expecting to see you laid up in bed!
Grandmother : Well... see here.. *cough cough*
Paul : ...
Grandmother : Your arrival made me feel so much better.
Paul : ...

Yeah, I am speechless.