What a day!
I woke up early on Sunday morning, saw the sunrise, then decided to hibernate a little longer. I took a refreshing shower. As usual, my body came clean, my mind, less so. The weather was fair, so I dressed for weekend work at the office: shorts and a tshirt.
Breakfast was a bachelory affair, pepperoni and ham omelet, with lots of cheese…mmm. While fixing breakfast, I noticed it was an exceptionally nice day out. I opened the sliding door…this proved to be my undoing. The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, the birds were singing. It was a remarkable day, and this in Southern California, that’s saying something! I decided to postpone my ride into work to read a little in the backyard. Armed with my Kindle, I settled into the steamer chair and read a few chapters.
Why, oh why am I clothed for this? I wondered to myself. Moments later, my clothes formed a disorderly pile in the yard. My day was looking up. I read some more and felt my pale skin pinking up a little, so I moved to the shade.
Hmmm, time for some lunch, methinks—work can wait. And wait, and wait, as I found excuse after excuse to forego dressing and ride into the office. I puttered, instead. I watered plants, I washed towels, I reveled in the silence, which is unusual for me. Generally, I have music playing throughout the house, but not today. Just the birds. It has been quite a while since the house felt like it was only mine, and throughout the day I smiled.
Eventually, I mixed myself an adult beverage and fixed dinner: spicy taco salad. I watched most of the movie, “Tangled” (again), played some online scrabble, and returned to my book before crashing early.
I feel much better for having recharged my batteries.
