French toast with caramelised peaches and ricotta.
Convincing my mate's English boyfriend (can I call him my mate yet? Yes, I think I can) to come and see 127 Hours.
Listening to Michael Leunig talk in his lovely gentle way about life and art; finding joy in the mundane, and how sentiment is meaningful if only we can get over our embarrassment and face the truth of it.
Learning an aboriginal word for "spirituality" - Dadirri - which translates as "deep listening". That really resonated with me.
Seeing Kate Holden - a writer whose story and writing I have long admired - in the flesh, talking about the process of writing.
Sharing a beer and wedges with sour cream for dinner.
A very good day.
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