Ian arranged a little getaway for our weekend – we went to the Japanese Mountain retreat. This little (expensive) B&B is in Montrose, a very pretty part of Melbourne. They fed us a lovely Japanese dinner and we had a lovely bottle of pinot with it. We had a spa in our room looking out over a little Japanese Garden. We slept on a futon and this morning we had a hot stone massage. We are both feeling very relaxed – with one thing or another it is the first time in aaages we have both been de-stressed at the same time.
Unfortunately I have picked up Ian’s cold – I don’t normally get colds, because after a stern lecture from an infectious diseases physician, I am very careful with my hand hygiene. Ian is less careful and does not de-bug (use the hand solution) – his excuse is that he does not really lay hands on his patients, doing psychiatry and all. Unfortunately I cannot debug after contact with my hubby so here I am, the snot princess. It can really ruin a massage – lying face down on a massage table with snot dripping out. Oh well.
I feel a bit tired and achy as well as being really snotty. So no exercise.
Had another bit of a food-related epiphany this weekend- I was starting to feel guilty about the indulgences of the weekend (they were moderate and I did not over-stuff, or consume all the complimentary goodies or skoll the bottle of wine) but then I thought, no, if I am being careful generally then I must fully enjoy an indulgence, especially if it has been a moderate one. Yin and yang and all that stuff.
I really need to get the car washed. It is filthy. Might go do that now. And buy, among other things, tissues.