Sunday morning

So... I forgot about daylight savings ending overnight. And I'm up an hour before I really needed to be.

About half of me is really annoyed about it; the extra hour's sleep would've been nice. But the other half of me is amused and enjoying the fact that I unexpectedly have an extra hour in the day. In this hour I've just about finished off the first draft of a script I've been working on, and now I'm starting work (yes, yes, I know I should be more organised for something I help run) on my response to this month's project.

In about 45 minutes I'll head off to my first Sunday-morning yoga class. I've taken this class many times before, just not on a Sunday morning. I think it will be a nice not-really-start to the day.

PS. Responses to the Missing You theme are due tomorrow.

Sundays

I love Sunday mornings. I like to get up (relatively) early, before my housemates have emerged, and read or write in the muted light of my bedroom. Oftentimes I'll have a cup of tea.

Sunday mornings, I've decided, are a good time for me to get things done. Uni things; writing things. I've just finished my first week of the new semester, and I'm feeling excited about the two subjects I'm doing. I'm looking forward to writing a screenplay for one of the subjects; and challenging myself to use the other subject to take another story I'm writing in a vaguely experimental direction.

Part of the second story I'll share with you tomorrow -- I've written it as my response to the Storybook theme. Looking forward to seeing some other responses!