celebrating

So, today. It started out rough. Awake before 4, my mind wouldn't be still and let me fall back asleep. So I got up and did some work. Around 6 I headed back to bed to try to get some more sleep. Almost gave up again, but thought, "This is ridiculous. Just quiet your mind!" And I did. And got a few more hours of sleep.

Up, showered, had a skype call. Coaching at first, but they are also friends of ours, so the husband jumped on later and we all (four of us) talked another half an hour or so. I needed to go meet someone, so I excused myself a little early. Had the meeting, Mr. came and picked me up.

His birthday was today. He really doesn't like much fuss or celebration. And so, don't ask me how he got not one but TWO parties today. The first one he shared with our friends' two year old. It was a swimming/pizza party. We told him it was for the little guy. Then, later, our whole Hebrew class went out for supper and ice cream. Even though we sang Happy Birthday, we assured him the outing was because it was our last class before the summer break. I am not sure he bought either explanation, but he did seem to enjoy himself anyway. :-)

I was a bit worried how I would keep up with such a busy day, still being half sick. I started out feeling kind of bad, but as the day wore on I felt better and better. Now it's almost midnight and I'm actually kind of wired. Something seems backwards about that. Could be the ice cream. I hope it doesn't keep me from sleeping tonight.

The kitty is sure a bundle of energy tonight. She was alone from about 1:30 to 10:00 or so. Poor thing. Quite entertaining, even though her idea of a fun game right now is to attack and chew on my hand.

I got some beautiful shots of colorful balls floating in the pool today, but then remembered my goal to find beauty in people. I like the strong verticals is this shot. It's a nice shot, even though I REALLY wanted to post the pretty balls.

No exercise today. I still couldn't motivate my sick body to push itself in that way. Maybe tomorrow, although now that I've broken the rhythm, I can tell it's going to be tough to get back into it. :-( I hate getting sick. It just throws everything out of whack.