Last night, in the middle of the night, I was lying in my bed feeling happy. For several reasons:
- A storm was raging outside, and it was the reason I had woken up at 5 am. It was impressive, with thunder and lightening (and I even counted the seconds between them and most of the time they were simultaneous, ie the storm was in DA HOUSE). As I have no curtains I could just see it lying from my bed, I even put on my glasses to watch it better.
- I had a feeling of happy exhaustion in my body from a hyper active week end. On the Saturday I had spent the day on a boat where I did a bit of wakeboarding (hence happy muscle exhaustion feeling). And on the Sunday I had woken up super early to go training in the gym. That and the pre-storm heat of the day had totally drained me.
- I had socialised quite a lot over the week end and thoroughly enjoyed it: Friday night drinks with some fellow expats, the boat on Saturday where I met some new faces and reconnected with old ones, the karaoke where I sang like my life depended on it, coffee with my friend J on Sunday with some fun and silly girl talk that could be out of Sex In The City.
- A long week end to look forward to in a few days, heading out to the beach with two friends with whom we are planning to do sod all and bask in the sun.
Yeah, could be worse.