Sasha must be feeling better – anything with lungs that powerful at 8am on a Sunday morning can’t be nearly as sick as she looks.

I could probably go back to sleep, but then I’d miss out on this lovely silence and the sun beating down on my naked back. It feels quite lovely; almost enough to make this unexpectedly early morning somewhat worthwhile.

I had planned to spend my Saturday scooting to the Sunshine Coast, but that didn’t end up happening. It’s Ed’s birthday weekend, and as such, I left the plans completely up to him. He really wanted to be home to see the first game in the Stanley Cup finals, so we instead opted to stay local and do the coast another day. We have all summer with no plans other than “scoot the planet”, so it’ll happen. I can wait.

Instead, we headed east into Port Moody and to Buntzen Lake. We took the back roads and did some fancy parking, ending up right on the crowded-but-manageable beach. We hadn’t really packed to do any swimming, so I waded in the water a little (bemoaning my dryness the entire time) and made a pact to play hooky from work one day soon to have a mid-week beach adventure. We headed back towards home just in time for the puck drop, and I alternated between napping and DS Scrabble while Ed yelled at the TV.

After the game, we gathered Shan and the three of us scooted to the West End to go to a housewarming party. The house was beautiful, the company fantastic, and I got to hold a hedgehog (and now I want one or 20). It was a beautiful night for a scoot both to and fro, and my earlier soreness had all but disappeared (the afternoon’s ride was uncharacteristically painful due to a bad sleep and a pinched shoulder nerve). All in all, it was a very nice night – turns out, being social is fun!

Today is Ed’s birthday, and our plans are up in the air. We had originally planned to see Up, but seeing a matinee on the opening weekend seems like it might be a bad idea. The day is entirely up to Ed, and we’ll go for a fancy dinner later tonight. It’ll be fairly low key – we had decided that the San Francisco trip was our mutal birthday present, so no gifts were necessary (it’s a one-way agreement: not only did I buy him a present; this rule absolutely does not apply to MY birthday in 19 days). A nice weekend filled with a variety of fun is always welcome.

scooters are awesome.