It’s been a good weekend. It seems to be a rarity for me to actually say that. On the grand spectrum of my moods and general well-being, my normal seems to fall on the line between “upper end of bad” and “lower end of meh”. I hesitate to describe anything as good, because the upper end of the spectrum is a scary place to be when you haven’t been there in so long. Sometimes I feel like my good days, infrequent as they are, only serve to highlight just how “meh” the rest of the time is. I’m either in a fog of depression that makes me just not give a shit about anything, or vibrating with anxiety that makes me give a shit about everything. My “normal meter” has long since been busted.
But, it’s been good. Actually good. Because the weather forecast for today absolutely sucked balls (and it did), we made plans to get all the shopping for the week finished up as early as possible. I put off my regular Saturday morning workout in favor of a trek to Walmart; always a trip through at least three circles of Hell an absolute joy, made even more enjoyable by the forecast of anywhere between 2 and 369 inches of snowfall overnight. From there, it was a trip downtown to spend a Sephora gift card, where I bought a swanky high end lipstick, and lunch, and a store closeout sale where I scored a shit-ton of clothes for $35.
We spent most of the day on the couch, watching Game of Thrones and West Wing. Honestly, we didn’t accomplish much of anything. I managed to squeeze in an afternoon yoga session in the living room, which made me feel a bit better about skipping my regular workout. There was a Dutch baby pancake for dinner, topped with bacon and cheese and jalapeno peppers and maple syrup, and even though I didn’t do a workout, I didn’t even feel bad about eating more than one serving.
Today, it was the same deal, for the most part. I did my long workout, after a debate about whether I was going to queue up two shorter workouts or the single long workout. Since lunchtime, we’ve just repeated yesterday, with the two of us laying on the couch and sharing it with one of the cats, watching more Game of Thrones, and a quick photoshoot with a bowl of sweet potatoes and Brussels sprouts.
I can admit, it’s been a good day for us. Maybe with a few more of them, my normal will move a notch or two up the spectrum.
