Sunday rituals can be something else - if you know what I mean

I am impressed that the coffee shop is so packed on a Sunday morning full of people with their laptops in hand, typing away on blogs, to friends and what appears to be a few dating sites. Yes, I have been a little naughty and looked over a few people's shoulders, but what the heck, I am a stranger and it is only for my own amusement.

I stare a little too hard at a man that is completely immensed in eharmony and his facial expressions are changing by the minute. It's amazing what a website can do to someone's life. I could see him smile and feel quite chuffed because of something he was reading, and puzzled over another.

The world has changed so much and to see a crowded coffee shop full of people caught up in their own worlds of study, reading, surfing the net, returning emails, writing blogs and engaging in interactive websites like eharmony - is quite mesmerizing. 

My Sunday ritual is to wake up and read the papers. You know - the old fashion, paperback kind. I enjoy the process of flipping pages and staining by fingers with newspaper ink. I also really love the sound of the pages flipping through, one after another. I tend to ring family on Sunday as it has always been a day that I put everything aside and put family first. After a walk down the street, a coffee with some friends, I returned to my new home, a hotel room, and began working until 9pm at night. It's become my new international ritual, that hopefully won't last too long.