I slept poorly last night. Not sure if it was like the weird pressure on my abdomen or just thoughts about the future. Nonetheless, I woke up to news of SJ's class being cancelled which meant a morning stroll to La Colombe and Bagel Bob's for breakfast! On my tri-weekly stroll to the gym at 404 Lafayette I always walk past La Colombe and wish I could have an iced latte. But that is usually just wishful thinking because at 5PM, seriously, who drinks iced latte. So yay to today!

Only recently have I hopped onto the bagel bandwagon and discovered how amazingly chewy bagels are. Plus the insanely fattening cream cheese atop a freshly toasted bagel...oo la la. Can't quite believe it took me like 8 months to make this startling discovery. And only because I had a free bagel at one of SJ's NYC runs.


Moving into this "last phase" of NYC, there is some sense of bittersweetness (oh the cliche). I'm sort of taking time to breathe in the last breaths of the marijuana filled smog of the city and also enjoy the friendships that we've made here. SJ recently remarked that we have done well in co-existing in a small space. In the past year we've had minimal me-time given that I'm around most of the time and if he's not in school then he's home studying. Social activities are always done together and I'm thankful that we've survived well (for now). Hadn't thought about how this year would have changed our marriage and I'm glad that we're on the made-it rather than break-it end of the spectrum. :)

Ok, I had to truncate writing this post because I was off to the Salvation Army for lunch service. 6 weeks to go, fingers crossed :x

SJ was dreaming of some French food so we headed to St. Regis for our belated wedding anniversary dinner. We had gone to Brasserie less savers last year and enjoyed it, so why not again.

This was not without some minor pre-dinner domestic squabble, a reminder that marriage requires continued nurturing and investing in.

It was a quiet night, ended off with some pinot noir that we got at a steal. Ending this week off on a sombre note, thinking about the young lives who were taken by the Sabah Quake, the 47 year old man whom we could not save, road traffic accidents, and also, polyps. Our lives are but a stalk of grass swaying in the winds of time...