Sentences with phrase «evening catching up on some reading»

I have had a delightful evening catching up on some reading & a delicious trip to one of my favourite spots for macaroons and an iced mocha.

Not exact matches

I found that sometimes I would even enjoy it because it was my «me» time where I would read a book or catch up on my favorite show while someone else watched the baby or she napped.

I scheduled times for meal planning, catching up on emails, reading to the kids and even relaxing (yes, I schedule time to relax.

There are perks to long trips: you can read a good book, watch that movie you've been meaning to watch for hours or even catch up on sleep.

Even if you don't plan on doing much reading on your iPhone, you can read samples or catch up on a quick chapter.

She maximizes her reading by listening to audiobooks, so she can get caught up in a great story, even on the go.

«Now you can catch up on books even when you can't read,» boasts Amazon's web page, «during your commute, while working out, anytime and anywhere.»

a) Calling your friends to catch up on the latest gossip b) Taking it easy, not making too many plans c) Paintball tournament, followed by redoing your kitchen, followed by an evening walk near your favorite lake d) Doing your chores, then reading or watching TV

If all you're doing is fiddling around or catching up on your reading, you might even get a full ten hours of use.

Even employing the services of a read - it - later app such as Instapaper or Pocket can make catching up on articles difficult.

Of an evening or on a winters day sit by the log fire, there is nothing more romantic, reflect or just catch up on that book you have not had the time to read.

A little nook in the private villa in a discreet place has been converted to a private study and is ideal for those who want to do some undisturbed reading or even more suited for welcome guests who need to catch up on urgent professional matters and detach themselves from life in the villa temporarily.

Catch up on a special evening with critically acclaimed actress Lisa Dwan reading from «Foirades / Fizzles» by Samuel Beckett, a unique collection of short prose published in collaboration with Jasper Johns in 1972.

But when I attended a seminar last summer to catch up on seminal readings I'd never had time for, from Aristotle's «Politics» to Martin Luther King's «Letter from Birmingham City Jail,» the discussion of King's efforts and the resulting social changes made it clear that context — even technology — mattered as much as message.

Even a short coffee break to catch up on blogs or read a few magazines helps to assure me I'm not just creating a big unnecessary mess for myself by tearing apart my home, but I'm preparing our family for the next adventure ahead.

I've been catching up on my DVR'd shows, reading, cleaning and even knitting!

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.