Most years, I spend Candlemas in a personal bubble. I light candles, even if it’s bright out, just because I like the scent of melted wax and faint smoke. I write notes to friends. I sing along with my favorite music. I soak in a bubble bath while listening to NPR.
Today, I didn’t do any of that.
Not that it was an unproductive day.
We slept late, partly because I took a muscle relaxant before bed (my back is still hurting), and partly because the dogs actually let us.
We brought Ace the Foster-Chihuahua to PetCo, where he met his new owner, and was taken to his new home.
We went to the comic book store, where we spent a ridiculous amount of money ($91) because we hadn’t picked up subscriptions in two months.
We went to brunch at Cracker Barrel, because I really wanted French toast.
We did the second half of our grocery shopping (the first half was done on Thursday night, when we went to CostCo).
We then came home, where I had planned to sip a latte and then either watch a skating show I’d DVR’d or take a nap, but since my last 1099 had arrived, I did the taxes instead. (I don’t typically have them done this early, and it seems odd to not have them hanging over my head for another ten weeks.) We don’t owe anything, and we’re getting money back.
I baked a batch of chocolate chip bar cookies, because I felt the need to mark the fact that the taxes were done.
At that point I was about to settle down with a book, when I remembered that the first Sunday Brunch posting of 2013 is supposed to go live in the morning, which meant I had to write it RIGHT NOW. It’s now finished.
And it’s almost midnight.
And my back is stiff and sore.
And I feel like whining a little.