Husband and I have gotten into this routine of cleaning the house on Saturday. I know, it’s odd, we are supposed to be going out to paint the town red on Saturdays, right? But it’s worked out fine – east end gets a good wash and we head out in the late afternoons for dinner.
And on Sundays, we chill. Sometimes we head to the gym for a light workout and a swim. Other times, we just stay in, cook lunch and then head to the supermarket to get groceries. In the afternoon, I’d grab a magazine or a book, cut up an apple, pour myself a glass of wine and nestle in the balcony.
These moments are just pure bliss.