Indulgence All Over

I had a late, slow start to the day. When I woke up at 4:45 or so, I did not feel like getting up. So, I set my alarm for 6:45 and went back to bed (I did not want to sleep beyond that time…it could ruin my day). I get up just a few minutes before was set to sound, so I turned it off and began my day. Thus far, I’ve washed a load of clothes, washed sheets, made a breakfast of tilapia and raw zucchini (intended for last night’s dinner which was delayed in favor of drinking wine and munching nuts and pretzels with neighbors, visiting briefly with my sister-in-law and playing a few Words with Friends games with her, and responding to a few emails to friends. And I accepted an invitation from different neighbors to go out with them for a ride on Lake Balboa tomorrow afternoon, followed by picking up Mexican food from a restaurant and eating dinner on their deck. I feel like I’ve accomplished more today than I actually have. I am enjoying a pleasant life, which does not explain why I am so…what? I dunno. I will try to dismiss that “what” for today.


My gratitude for people in my personal sphere has never been unimportant to me, but I think I sometimes fail to express it as directly as I should. I think people should make a point of lettering others know they are valued and appreciated. Too often, in my experience, I simply have assumed my appreciation was obvious. That assumption is faulty.


I overindulged in wine last night (my neighbor and I came close to polishing off a 1.5 liter bottle of chardonnay between the two of us; her husband, who prefers boxed wine, drink three glasses of his pinot grigio). Perhaps that is why I slept in and why I now feel less than stellar. I’m not in the mood to write at this very moment, so I’ll call it a day with regard to writing.  My head is fuzzy and my gut is telling me I need something like a milk shake instead of a sandwich. I think Sonic has decent shake, so I’ll give that a shot. Maybe I’ll feel like cleaning up the deck when I return home. Or maybe not.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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