Filed under: Savor the Little Things
In just two days, Jules arrives! I still have a bagillion things to clean in our apartment. Add to that all the things I have to do at work (I’ve booked myself a hectic schedule, and am working serious overtime so that I can earn a comp day to take Monday off when Jules’ here).
Because of that, I worked until 9:15 last night. Okay, yeah, I took a margarita break with another coworker around 7PM, BUT STILL.
On my way home, stuck in traffic (what the hell, Seattle?), I called Nickolas, who was roasting in his office in our “heat wave.” He proposed inflating his new raft and giving it a whirl on the lake. I looked at the clock. “I should come home and go to bed…but…give me 5 minutes.” I drove the rest of the way home thinking I would call him back and tell him I would prefer to behave like a sane person.
Instead I bolted into the apartment, threw on my bathing suit, t-shirt, and beach skirt, and flew back out the door after giving Dearborn a quick pat on the head. We walked down to the end of our street, inflated the raft, and shoved off into the dark water.
I came home at midnight, having spent an hour or so quietly floating under the stars, alongside the houseboats, staring inside the lit ones and making up stories about (or just plain making fun of) the people inside. Among uhm, other things. hehe
As tired as I was when I got back, being able to just chill out, laugh, and stare at Seattle’s nighttime skyline was the best cure ever for a long, drawn-out day.
Depending on how late I work tonight, we might just have to drag the raft out again. I love my neighborhood. And my hot British boyfriend.
