It is Monday and what do you know? It does get better. Leaving the kittens today was easier as they now have the run of the house and Tabitha's eye no longer gets sealed shut. She's much better, thanks for asking. Timothy is now a little sneezy and is also on the antibiotics.
That's basically what I did this weekend, by the by. Spent quality time with my kittens, introducing them to the great outdoors and snuggling with them in the morning. I woke up from a doze on Saturday morning to find Timothy asleep in the crook of my arm and Tabitha on my chest, little furry face pressed up against mine.
[Don't you worry that P has been relegated to the bottom of the pack; he's loving it and is by no means at the bottom of the pecking order. I mean, he has purchased and is in charge of doling out the cat treats.]
In other non-cat news, we went to the Big Day Out on Friday. I am really not feeling into a recap or dissection of the day, so in brief: Ladi 6, awesome (J + I agreed, v. sexy), Pearl Jam, nostalgic, Major Lazer, insane + hilarious, Arcade Fire, glittery etc etc etc. There were a lot of queues which took the shine off a bit, and I felt a wee bit old for it all at points, sad to say. But then again, I hope I never get over standing under the stars in a press of people, singing my heart out to songs I've loved for years because that bit was truly awesome.
Given Friday's excesses, most of the weekend was sort of recovery-ish. We did a spot of gardening, ate brunch (Salta on the Three Lamps end of Ponsonby Road, highly recommended btw. I mean, the barista complimented my t-shirt! Given I looked like a sack of crap - said t-shirt was a nasty reminder of Christmas weight - I was simultaneously beyond thrilled and a little suspicious of the compliment), hung with my sister watching cricket. Quite nice, really.