Today, my husband is at a day-long meeting. This happens twice a year — at least — and leaves me with a Sunday all to my own.
I think I’ve done a good job of making the most of it today. After the husband left, I went for a three-mile run. I was a little wary given my recent bouts of difficulty with running, but it turned out to be a good workout. I was going at a decent clip with no difficulty and enjoyed the sun and light wind on my skin. I was wearing a new pair of capris and new running shirt; before my husband left, he paused, looked at my get-up, and said: “Wow, you look really good!” I take that as approval that all my gear will now be higher end and color coordinated.
(I don’t invest much in my gear, but I think I should.)
After the run, I came home and went through a roll-out routine that’s helped me feel pretty loose and free the rest of the day. Then a quick shower, followed by brunch. On Friday, out of the blue, I made a brunch reservation at the restaurant down the way just for kicks. Oh, it was lovely to sit outside, reading and eating my egg whites and drinking my coffee, while the world bustled around me. I stopped briefly by the nail salon I frequent on my way home and made a reservation — a few weeks from now, but I need to get my toes and fingers ready for summer.
Oh, and then it was time for the most entertaining part of the day: laundry. Um, end sarcasm. While it wasn’t fun to do six loads of laundry, I did spend the time in between loads reading outside in the sun, which was absolutely lovely. I’m reading Little Failure by Gary Shteyngart and it’s been a fantastic read thus far. His experience as an immigrant child (from Soviet Russia) in the 80s varies from mine (Latin America) in details, but they do come close to one another in larger aspects — such as that terrifying and thrilling moment when someone recognizes that, even though you’re from somewhere else and thus an other, you’re actually smart and talented.
And now, as the afternoon winds down, it’s almost time to make my mac ‘n cheese dinner (the husband absolutely hates mac ‘n cheese).
Continuing with the Soviet Russian entertainment theme, I’ll probably relax this evening by catching up on a few episodes of The Americans.