Weird

Hello, weird October morning. It’s 74° currently, with temperatures set to drop through the day. In this neck of the woods, that’s more common than not. The festival I was set to attend has been postponed due to ‘inclement weather’ – bursts of rain, wind gusts up to 40 mph, and this weird temperature drop in the middle of the day. 

I woke up at 730 and said hell no, it’s Sunday and I have nowhere to be. I fell back asleep until 830 and still not okay with the time, laid in bed until 930. Thinking of all the things I should be doing, I got out of bed, wondering what the hell was up with this headache that I’ve been carrying around in my head for 3 days. It was horrific Friday, chilling in the back of my head yesterday, and noisy as fuck this morning. Deciding that maybe it was tension, I forced myself into my work out clothes and with an ice cold glass of water engaged in 20 minutes of yoga. I’ve been slacking again, and I know without a doubt that yoga helps all areas of my being. I proceeded to make my coffee, take an ungodly amount of Motrin, and took the longest shower in the history of showers, relishing in the quiet of my home. Grandma is working, Matt downstairs playing video games, and Chase still gone with his dad. I listened to Alana Davis while I steamed up the bathroom, an old favorite, very mellow and soul searchy music. I dressed in my favorite junky long sleeve t-shirt from high school – almost 15 years ago, stolen from a buddy, now rittled with bleach stains and holes, but good God, so comfortable – and loose fitting jeans, determined to spend the day getting my life together.

And now, having completed the task of making myself feel half way human again, the headache banished to the back of my brain to bitch and complain more quietly, I’m contemplating my day. 

I have my usual Sunday to do list, plus I need to go get my parts for Clarice. But this weird weather has me in a funk. I want to kick the clean clothes off of my bed and stretch out with my book instead of adulting. Or run downstairs and curl up on the couch and watch more House with Matt before Chase gets home. Or maybe call my Aunt and see if she wants to hang out and drink coffee since I know I won’t have a chance to do that for several weeks, and I am really craving family here recently.

But alas. I know if I don’t tend to my Sunday business, I will regret it all week. 

Happy Sunday. May it be as productive or lazy as you wish it to be.