I feel wonderful
I'm tipping over backwards
I'm so ambitious
I'm looking back
I'm Running a race and you're the book I read so
Feel my fingers as they touch you arms
I'm Spinning around and I feel alright
The book I read was in your eyes
–“The Book I Read,” Talking Heads
Sunday was a day of small bits of happiness, and large chunks of sleepiness. I've been unnaturally tired lately, sleeping deeply, then needing more sleep in the middle of the day. It doesn't seem to be diet or exercise related, either.
But anyway, Sunday, and small bits of happiness.
– Our first time back to church after several weeks missed, welcomed back, invited to join events, felt like family. But weird songs no one really knew.
– Return to the cafe where we usually lunch, alas their espresso machine had ceased to function, but mmm, mango ceylon tea, a toasted bagel, and a fruit cup. Bliss.
– Sunday afternoon at the library. I love that the library has Sunday hours. Love that there are rockers in the reading lounge, and even though I won't drink the free coffee, it's cool that they have it. (I'm a snob, and coffee brewed who knows when, from an urn? Not. My. Thing.)
– Later Sunday afternoon, lying in bed, listening to Fuzzy's heartbeat and watching the sky. My friend Jennifer has a father who is weather consultant (doesn't that sound like fun?) and says the kind of weather we've been having, where we have all conditions of a storm, but never get rain, is called virga. I quite like it.
The book I read was in Fuzzy's eyes as he sang behind me, flirted with me across the table, and held me, while we watched the sky.