Sunday, Sunday

Wow. What a weekend. As I packed up my stuff this evening after Tatort I realized that I had slept at my apartment this weekend, but that's it. I feel like we all moved over to Nordbahnhof on Friday night and moved back tonight. I left Christoph's tonight with THREE bags.

We saw Slumdog Millionaire which just found its way here. Yesterday we had a late breakfast and you read about last night. We did the same today, except that I worked for a few hours and then went back over to watch Tatort and the end of the Constant Gardner. It was a perfectly lazy day. And lovely. Absolutely lovely.

As I walked into my building tonight I saw this bike which sits on the floor directly before mine. It's such a pretty, bright, white bike against this old DDR hallway. He looks so out of place to me. But there is something so lovely about it. So I thought I would share it with you.

And now I am off to bed and trying not to resent that tomorrow is Monday.