It's been a perfect day.
Yesterday and last night I was feverish and crazy. I spent most of yesterday afternoon in a fitful attempt at a nap, and by evening I was still attempting to be unconcious in order to ignore my joints as they cried out, "But I hurt! But I hurt!" I took some aspirin and the situation felt a bit better, but I probably slept something insane like 15 hours.
So when Tom called this morning at 8.30, I felt just jolly. Sleep does a body good. Sure, his phone call woke me up, but hey, the sun was shining and why not go grocery shopping? And hey, while I'm at it, why not go get a copy of the key I lost made? (The guy asked me if I wanted colored keys to be able to tell them apart more easily. I said yeah, not knowing that my keys would be FLOURESCENT blue and pink.) And you know what, as long as I am up and at 'em, I'll make some phone calls, do some research, and answer some neglected emails.
Before heading back to the house to do so, I ran into an American couple looking for the Gare Montparnasse. In The Husband's cute attempt to communicate, he asked me in carefully practiced French if I knew where it might be.
"Sure, it's right over there."
"Oh! You speak English!" he exclaimed, and I accompanied them to the station. They were adorable. Very sweet and funny. It felt good to help them, to talk to them about their time in Paris. They thanked me as I left.
This makes a person feel good. I guess I always forget that actually going out and accomplishing things is not really the painful part - it's the stressing over the details.
I called a doctor's office and got an appointment for tomorrow afternoon. That NEVER happens.
Feeling good about myself, but still a bit knackered, I took an efficient 40-minute nap after doing the bureacratic stuff I had to do at home. I woke up refreshed and ready to rumble.
Colleen came over around four and we went for a jog. I'm further back in my running than I was when I was at home, but I suppose that's normal after a month-long vacation. I'm happy with my performance, though. I'm not so happy with the fascination that other joggers have with my cleavage. Still, tomorrow is a day of rest and I am excited to pick up again the next day. Maybe I'll just wear a t-shirt. I just prefer wearing tank tops. Is that so wrong?
After the jog, walking into my house, I heard my answering machine beep. It turns out a friend of mine got the same job as I did, and I'm thrilled. Now we can compare notes, talk strategy, etc. She deserves it, and I'm happy for her.
Colleen and I chatted a bit after the jog, showered, and headed out for Japanese. On the way, I saw my neighbor in his car. We waved. At the restaurant, I ate the perfect amount of food, drank the perfect amount of wine, and we had the perfect amount of conversation. We split the most amazing, scrumptious dessert.
Wandering back, we decided to see a flick tomorrow as we walked past the theater where it is playing. I picked up a couple of newspapers. I hadn't ever seen the guy running the kiosque before, and it seemed to me as if it was much brighter, cleaner, and maybe even a bit bigger.
"Have things changed around here?" I asked him.
"Yeah, we did some work on the place."
"Oh, that's reassuring. I thought I was just imagining things," I smiled back at him.
"That's what allows him to charge you double the price for your papers, lady!" said a short woman in the corner. She was kidding. We all had a good laugh. I felt like I belonged in my neighborhood.
I read for a bit and then called my sister. I love how much I recognize our alikeness. We only talked for fifteen minutes but we managed to cram a fair amount in. I'm happy we get along so well. Every time I talk to her I realize how cool she is. And sometimes I feel like we both might be insane in the same way, and that only a few people in the world could ever fully understand that particular insanity. I'm glad she's one of the few.
I think I'll go to bed happy tonight. I have more stuff to read, a few things to look over. It's early, but I'm cashed. My body's a bit achy from the beating it took today, but in a good, healthy way. Mainly, I just feel good about myself and the things I managed to do with my day. The simple things count so much.