I suppose I'm housewifing again. Did some dishes and put the washing on. Took the cat to the vet, had a walk, went to the bank. Played Sim City 4. Now what?

No, honestly, I'm not having second thoughts about quitting my job, yet. But I do feel quite useless, and I can't shake the feeling I should be doing something, while I can't think of anything to do.

We had a good weekend, including a night out. We had dinner in a streat restaurant, walked by the river, sat and talked, and went to see Shrek 2. I would have wanted to go and see Fahrenheit 911 as well, but I found our cinema isn't showing it for some reason, and I've yet to check where it's going. The old and grubby and infinitely adorable University Cinema (where I used to take Film Studies lectures) is bound to have it on, though.

It feels odd not having the Schmoo cat around. The poor thing is getting spayed today...

before & after