Sunday Report

Well, the wedding was fine.  A bit boring, but they had plenty of tonic and I did gorge on the appies - which was good, because the buffet dinner was a bit lackluster.  Mr. SR got a new perspective since HE had to go AF owing to his meds, that was interesting, plus it made the early exit a breeze. Small gifts.  Further to my wardrobe shortcomings, and also a reminder of the previous drunk wedding attendance, I took my 'party shoes' out to leave last night and realized that both heels had been irreparably damaged at the last wear - obviously came home so sloppy that I didn't even know.  Gah!  Luckily I had a spare pair which weren't even that uncomfortable...another small gift.  The BIG gift was coming home sober and waking up unhungover :). 

Looking forward to a nice sober Sunday - taking one of my daughters to a women's college softball game this afternoon.  She loves it and I love the girlpower, plus it's a beautiful day here.  Nothing not to like.  We have plans to make a cake before we go - sort of a new hobby for me.  I like to cook but baking is my short suit (something about the precision/patience just doesn't match up with my skill set).  Not sure I really *need* to be doing a lot of baking (or, more accurately, consuming the outcomes) but it's fun and everyone likes the product.  Today is a lemon pound cake, trying to perfect the recipe from an effort a few weeks ago.  

I like and am grateful for ordinary Sundays with ordinary plans.  It is such a refreshing counterpoint to the doomy Sunday that invariably followed the cut-loose Saturday night (as if the preceding six nights were somehow hold backs...not so much!).  On those ugly Sundays, just trudging through the little chores was so exhausting...needing another weekend to recover from the weekend.  Now I get to enjoy the actual weekend as a time to slow down a bit and rejuvenate.  Sober life is good!  

Hugs,

SR