I had a pretty good day today. It was crazy busy—and I’m not entirely sure how I survived it—but all in all, it was a good day.
I woke up a little late—nine am instead of seven-thirty—because Indy slept in after having been up well past midnight the night before. I can’t complain about the extra sleep, even as I watch him sleep now, knowing I will be up at seven thirty again tomorrow. I was delighted to wake up and discover that my husband was still alive after having eaten plants for dinner that were discovered in the wild. I warned him to be more diligent. I told him that it was entirely possible that the plant material that he “harvested” from a stretch of “private property” out in the woods was in fact, poisonous. I wasn’t certain, of course, but the important thing is neither was he. I was not trying to discount his years of training as a boy scout, but especially after Indy’s run in with potentially poisonous mushrooms a few weeks back, and my mother’s recent trip to the hospital that was possibly caused by something she ate, I wasn’t willing to take chances. I refused to eat the mysterious plant.
Thankfully, Mike was alive when I woke up. I didn’t see him, mind you. He was already gone. But since leaving would have required him to be alive, I went ahead and made that assumption.
There is something to be said about having your family members alive and well. It bolstered my spirits, and I carried out the numerous tasks and errands on my daily calendar with a smile on my face. And to top it off, today was book club/game night. Although, we scrapped the whole book club thing this week and just played games.
There were no teams this evening. It was every man (or woman in this case) for herself. We played an old fashioned game of Rummy minus the gin, and sipped on chardonnay with key lime pie. (Is it any wonder I keep going to these things when I never read the book?)
Mrs. Jones picked the game tonight, and so she was certain she would be the victor, what with having no other teammates to drag her down. This was not the case. Despite her fondness for this particular card game, she had no special powers over the rest of us. I, however, seemed to have some karma working in my favor for a change, and I won several hands.
We had to keep playing until Mrs. Jones won one round. And once she did, it was time to pack up and leave. Of course, she stated that the true winner was the person who won most recently, and that was her. We just let her think that. We all knew I really won. And everyone suggested I play the lottery tonight with as good as my lucky streak had been. I forgot to get a ticket. Maybe tomorrow. I’m going with the power of positive thinking to say that tomorrow will be a great day too. How could it not be…its Wednesday?
Until the next time…I’ll be enjoying the powers of “hump” day!