It has been a very busy few weeks recently, and I have been constantly tired. Last week was no better, as I also had the privilege of leading the St Alf’s growth group discussion, as well as some activities in the Steer space, leading up to its AGM this weekend.

So on Friday night, Tress and I decided to have a poke at our usual Friday night unwinding attempts. This time, we headed to the Malaysian place in Donvale known as Laksa Village. We had been going for Sunday lunches there but recently, they decided to close on Sundays so we hadn’t been there for a while. It’s a small little place serving decent Malaysian food and as we are sort of regulars, the owners and staff have become friendly. That sense of familiarity and friendliness is what makes a joint a repeat visit place – not just the food or other elements. I guess those made it a regular spot for us but it whatever the reasons, it made for a nice “TGIF” dinner spot.

On Saturday we decided to sleep in a bit, especially as Tress has been nursing a bit of a cold. We then took the little guy for a walk, before heading out for lunch and grocery shopping. I also planned to do our usual Sunday arvo cook on Saturday instead, as there was a Hawks game we wanted to go on Sunday. Tress did most of the driving, so as to be familiar with the new ride. While walking the little guy, I took a call from Alex who asked us to come over for dinner that night. I said Tress has a bad cold so it would likely be just me.

At Alex & Li-Har’s, they had 3 other couples and 1 guy over so a good number to have decent conversations. They cooked a very good prawn noodles and one of their guests brought a popiah dish which was also really nice. I had that single glass of wine, as I was to drive home myself. I took away a couple of popiahs for Tress, which she enjoyed. We thought the heaped garlic paste probably did wonders for her cold…

The next day at St Alf’s we sat in a far corner by ourselves, just so Tress’ cold would have create less concerns. After the service we ducked out quickly, and headed for Marvel Stadium, where Hawks took on the Saints. We were obliterated in the first quarter but fought back well in the second and third but still lost by just under 30 points, which under the circumstances, wasn’t a wash out. We took the boys for a quick walk when we got home after the game, I then cooked their dinners, before settling down to watch Sam Pang do his monologue for the Logies. We then toggled between Sam and the Ashes, before retiring to bed. The weekend has been active enough to generate good sleeps but I still laboured in my morning run earlier today. I wonder when I’d feel less tired or more energised.