Sunday

I woke up at 5:30 in the morning Sunday, after having gone to bed at 2 am. I couldn't help it. I was so excited.

Since I was a kid I always hated Sundays -- church, bad TV, school the next day. And it's taken me many years to get to where I can really enjoy the day. Lately I've been shifting all my work and errands and stuff over to Saturdays, so that Sunday stays pretty open.

The best thing is the first thing. Breakfast outside at the corner diner. I don't know if there's anyone who appreciates dining outside as much as I do. Maybe it's because I don't really have a decent porch or anything now. But just being out there in the early morning sun, reading the paper, drinking coffee and eating French toast. It's the best.

The other big thing this Sunday was the opportunity to see one of my best friends. She lives just a couple of miles away but I haven't seen her or her husband in more than a year. It's just really nice to hang with someone who really REALLY knows you, and appreciates you for who you are.

Interspersed was a a good workout, some biking, some eating, some drinking, and a pretty cool streetfest at this new little park by the river downtown. (You actually wouldn't know it was fun by the photo above. Down by the river were by-then mostly abandoned vendor/craft tables. Up the hill was the food and the beer and the bands and stuff.)

It's good to be busy.