I have holes in both the socks I'm wearing today. I feel this is perhaps a metaphor for the day I had. Though the socks kept my feet warm, my big toes were left cold and estranged from the rest of my warm foot. My shoes were great. They kept my feet from getting wet today, but still there seemed to be something just a little off about my step. From the outside everything was perfectly fine and normal but I was just going through the motions, secretly knowing that the holes existed. I think the holes in my day could perhaps translate to the sleep I lacked this morning. My body woke me up at a shockingly early 4:45am and I was unable to get back to sleep. No one else knew this about my day, and I'm sure I seemed perfectly fine today but I felt weird and I think it was the lack of sleep. This changed my morning routine. For example, I was able to dress myself a little matchy-matchy today and I curled my hair and made a lunch that I didn't have to pay for in the cafeteria. Don't get me wrong, I liked it. I felt pretty good about the amount that I got done this morning, but I still felt weird. Then I forgot it was MLK Jr. day because I'm a pud. I thought maybe I was just lucky that the trains weren't crowded, that maybe karma had caught up with me or something and somewhere down the line I had done something great for someone and that it was coming back to me in the form of an easy commute. Turns out not to be the case. It was MLK Jr. Day. Then we got slammed at the museum, which is always good and bad. Good because the day goes by fast. Bad because we're super busy.
My weekend was very great! The folks from the Brave New Workshop Theatre came down for sketchfest which was super fun! The shows I did at sketchfest went really really well, and I thoroughly enjoyed having the passes to get to see some other sketch groups. I even got to spend some time with Mike while they were all in town!
On that note, I hope you have a great inauguration Tuesday morning and I thank you for reading and I'll write tomorrow!
Lisa b.
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