Sunday, September 14
Sunday. The day of rest. I wondered if God had partied all night on Saturday, super psyched about the hard work He had put into his productive week of creating the universe, celebrating with all the angels and celestial beings in their most glorious revelry? Perhaps He needed to sleep in on Sunday, eat some greasy food from the Heavenly Diner and then stretch out on His holy sofa to watch His beautiful earth turn and His treasured stars shimmer all day. Perhaps that’s when He decided it was good.
I didn’t overindulge last night. And yet I woke up feeling so groggy, like I had been fire dancing, myself. But, as it was, my seasonal allergies were knocking me down. I had been taking homeopathic outdoor allergy tablets all day. They helped, somewhat. Only, when I got home I needed something more potent. So, I took a Tylenol night time allergery capsule, which knocked me out.
Thus, I woke up feeling like a mess. I actually woke up and fell back asleep several times between 6:00 a.m. and 10:30 a.m. When I finally decided to rise and shine, my sinuses ached. I felt like crap. I made myself an egg and cheese omelet with brown rice bread toast. I had a cup of green tea and a small glass of orange juice. I then stretched a little.
The Redskins game was at 1:00 p.m., or at least that’s what I had scribbled down. Just after noon, I pulled on my jeans, a burgundy Billabong t-shirt, and pulled my Redskins ball cap on, with my long hair cascading down each shoulder. I took out the trash and drove toward I-5. On my way, I called my parents who were watching the Skins game. I told my mom I was on my way to a sports pub downtown to watch the game. But, she bursted my bubble, telling me the game had about three minutes left. At least Washington was winning. So, I turned around.
I went back inside, on a perfectly beautiful day, and planted myself on my sofa. I watched part of the Seahawks game until I took a nap. Then, I watched the end of a pretty bad Patrick Swayze movie called The Last Dance. It wasn’t good. But, there were some haunting scenes that showed gorgeous, hypnotically inspiring dance. Patrick should probably be most proud of this movie, as he filmed this with his real-life wife, Lisa.
To be continued…