Often I feel like I squander my unexpected days off...this one, I didn't even realize it was a holiday until about a week ago. I'd made a doctor's appointment for the morning and I decided to keep it. I figured it would be a good way to get me out of the house. I got up ridiculously early and did some light housework. I put away the rest of the summer clothes and put out the winter clothes. I did laundry. I cleared off the dining room table and filed. I balanced the condo accounts.
Then I headed to the doctor. I knew the visit would be easy--I had a blood draw on Wednesday and Kaiser helpfully emailed me the results. I'm in great shape! Perfect cholesterol and good everything else (most of which I didn't understand). On the way, I stopped for a little pastry at Breadline.
After the doctor, I called Pele we had a nice chat and confirmed lunch plans. I had a few hours to kill and I drank some coffee and finished my book (I actually read the book group book this month!). The Renwick was nearby so I got my art on. I didn't love the art but I enjoyed watching 15 minutes of a biographical video of the artist, Ruth Duckworth.
I walked from the gallery to meet Pele in Chinatown. I stopped at H&M on the way and bought myself a cheap pair of striped winter gloves and a cute bag that I probably don't need. Oh well, at least I don't spend a fortune on my bag obsession. Going into that place really made me feel old, though. I don't understand how people wear half the clothes in there!
Lunch was tasty (sushi!). Pele and I had a good long talk--we had some catching up to do. After lunch, I hopped on the bus and now I'm home, waiting on a grocery delivery. Later tonight, Owen is coming over and I'm cooking him dinner.
A very good day, indeed.
Grateful for: a day off.
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