I’ve been convinced today is Tuesday. I had appointments today, so I know it’s Wednesday, but for some reason it feels like Tuesday. Tomorrow I have a class to teach, and fortunately I have reminders that pop up on my calendar app, so I don’t spend tomorrow thinking it’s Wednesday and miss my Thursday stuff.
It was a good day for a Tuesday, or even a Wednesday. Some days I can’t get anything done, or it feels that way. Today I feel as though I got everything I wanted done, and more. Those days are usually followed by days I don’t.
I didn’t write today, and considering it’s after five, and I’m taking Beck to soccer practice out in Black Forest at 6:15, and won’t be back until 8:30 . . . it’s unlikely I’ll write tonight either. And tomorrow is jam-packed full of stuff too. So maybe Friday?
What I did do was go for a kayak ride. My friend Cathy has two, can’t get her husband to go often enough, so we try to go once a week. It’s sacred time for me. Not only do I get to reconnect with Cathy, I get to spend an hour or more out on Monument Lake. Nestled against a backdrop of forest, there are ducks, geese, heron, beaver, and other wildlife along the shore or in the water that add to the serenity of our glide across the lake. There are days, like today, where we take two laps.
Regardless of whether it’s one or two, I leave the water feeling as though I’ve just done a deep breathing exercise, or had a massage. It’s invigorating in the same way—rejuvenated may be a better word for how I feel.
It was a good day, and when it is, I suppose it doesn’t matter what else you call it.
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