Second

Obviously, my second log. I was looking forward to it after seeing how the first appeared with my chosen template. Well, not bad. It would be livelier though if I had more posts, which of course, would not happen if not, first, for this second one. :)

Today marks the fifth month since I moved down here. I pinched myself and asked Tyrone to tell me it really was, because I sometimes lose sense of this reality. Not that I still can't think of myself as married; I guess, I'm still on cloud nine. He still comes home from work like it was my first night here, the stress of the day underneath that wide smile and excited embrace. And I respond like any fairy-tale princess being swept off her feet by Prince Charming. Disillusioned? I guess when you're living the fantasies, Time can become relative. So I wish I'd be fooled forever.

Back to reality...

Like any other day off, we did our laundry (with breaky and nosing through mags in the news agency in between washing and drying) and marketing. We dropped by the Sri Lankan shop to replenish our stock of spices. (Hmm, making your way into the shop up is, as always, as good as tasting the spices themselves!) On the way home, we picked up a DVD at the rental and some pharmacy review notes from Bev Baxter.

Now, this is the best part of our day off: I'm sitting here, writing this, and my husband is busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. Ahh, life is good. I tell you, for the most part of it, being wife to a chef is second to none. (And pinching me would do no good.)