Last-First Weekend

Last weekend of the 16-day holiday, first weekend of 2016.  This evening we went to Breda because I was in the mood and hubby was comfy, because I wanted to shoot something other than stuff in the house, and maybe because something is planned to happen tomorrow that will give us both a large tablespoon of satisfaction.  This was shot in the Mirabelle, which seems to have become our favourite restaurant.  After the seasonal crowds, it was a quiet evening, which we preferred, anyway.

Earlier today, we woke up way too late again, a habit I should break starting tomorrow.  The rest of the day I worked on my art journal and some more poems, and organized my bookshelf, clearing away the little piles of papers-tour maps-postcards-entrance tickets-season cards-etc.  After posting this, I'll clear the dishwasher, do a little reading, then hopefully bed, but, I think, not before I finish doing that very important activity I have been thinking of since a year ago and even before that.

Two weeks was too short but at least the weather was mostly favourable -- grey but dry and definitely not too cold.  Rain has been forecast for next week.  Oh well ... we can't have it all.