Lazy Sunday

School break's over, and as a fitting end to the week, we did not a damn thing today. It was one of those fitful, somewhat unsatisfactory days, when you feel out of sorts and not inclined to be productive at all. So we weren't. It didn't help that J and I had too much to drink last night at dinner with Mo and the Loks, and also that our inner ears are still screwed, probably waterlogged from snorkelling. The world continues to bob up and down like a boat; it's a most unsettling sensation. I contemplated takin Dramamine in the hopes that it would reset my sense of balance but commonsense prevailed.

Anyway, we had dinner with my parents and brother's family -- Teochew porridge at Cheong Chin Nam Road -- so the day was not a total bust. Isabel brought along for grandma the 60 cents she had earned yesterday selling baby notebooks that she'd made. She explained to me that she was giving grandma the money to help -- grandma had told her that she couldn't get a job because no one wanted to hire such an old lady. The kindness is typical of Isabel. Grandma was touched but she wouldn't take the money, so Isabel still has 60 cents to put to good use.