A lazy Sunday started with rising late morning and having brunch rather than breakfast. After cleaning up the kitchen, I settled into the armchair facing English Bay with a second cup of coffee and a mystery book called The Calling by Inger Ash Wolfe. Seven chapters later, I finally convinced myself to move to the couch and watch the movie Inkheart.
When the movie was over, it was still nice enough outside to sit reading on the balcony, until the sunset became more interesting than the plot. And that was my lazy, lazy Sunday.