The Lazy Bones Part Two

K and I have been spending Sundays lounging around at home in our pj's. Since we started going to Saturday services at church, we've been able to sleep in and truly rest and relax every week. There's nothing like waking up luxuriously sloooow and late in the day to do absolutely... nothing. Or something completely... spontaneous.

A couple of weeks ago, we ventured out into Manila's summer heat and headed for Glorietta. Something we have a lot of in the Philippines - malls. Our agenda: grab lunch, watch Pan's Labyrinth and buy new ballet shoes (the real ones for K's dancing and not the kind worn on the street).

Pan's Labyrinth was not what we expected. Never again will I break my rule to read reviews and synopses before heading to a film I know nothing about! Three days later we were still shaking it off. Well-written but profoundly sad.

Our initial attempt to free ourselves from the film was to walk a good three kilometers to a dance shop down the road from Glorietta for a brand K "just had to have". It was ridiculously hot and we felt as if we were on a treadmill at the gym, only to get to said shop and find out it's closed on Sundays. Thanks. Another shop yielded K a similar pair and we went on our merry way back to Glorietta in a jeepney this time, only to find the shuttle home at Landmark (yet another mall!) is not available on Sundays either. Thanks again.

Aah. The price we pay for randomness.  At least we both got to do 15,102 steps that day. Me needing them more than her, she was aghast, "What?! You made me walk all those steps?! Mo-o-o-m!"

It's another Sunday today and we have no intention at all to... move. Typing at the keyboard only counts for finger-moving; K is lying down sewing ribbons on yet another new pair of pointes.

Steps I'll log in for today? Most probably zeroh.