Now this is the kind of summer day that I go for.  Highs not too high, life not too busy, day closes with veggie dogs barbecued and eaten on the deck. . .  The sun is going down and a cool breeze is blowing. . .  And life just seems. . . perfect.

The day started out a bit differently.  My sorry butt stayed up till five a.m. watching old episodes of The Dick Van Dyke Show.  Love it.  It seemed like a good idea at the time (for the record, so did driving down to New Orleans for breakfast one day, then driving straight back; the breakfast was excellent, the 30+ hours behind the wheel – this was just coming back, not the round trip - and the speeding ticket I collected on the return from my sojourn, not so much).  It didn’t seem quite so smart when my alarm rang an hour later to take my medication.  But I fumbled around my nightstand for the pill bottle and some water, and successfully swallowed the capsule.  Unfortunately, I missed the aforementioned nightstand when trying to return the pills to their home.  Even more unfortunate?  I had failed to replace the lid on the bottle.  Ah, yes.  I’m in a sleeping pill induced haze and there are about 100 gabapentin next to and under my bed.  That woke me up.  Good times.  I am pretty sure I got them all, I checked again later, when I was more. . . cognizant, and I didn’t find any strays.

But even that incident only produced mild discontent within me.  I thank the Dalai Lama for this.  My medications keep me level and stable, but His Holiness taught me how to be tranquil.  And how to put things into perspective.  What is a spilled bottle of pills when you’re trying to sleep, really?  A tiny nuisance, a blip in your plans, easily correctable.  I cleaned them up, went back to sleep, and had another splendid day.  So really, in my life, the incident doesn’t even register as a blip.  Although I did think to be grateful that my bedroom floor is not hardwood.  That could have had an entirely different outcome. :)

But I pushed myself hard at the gym, I enjoyed an evening with my parents – which ended with us discussing tattoos, specifically my tattoos, and my purposed plan that they should buy me another one as a 30th birthday present.  Not sure they’re quite on board with that idea yet.  Hmm. . .  A great many things need to come to fruition for that to even be an issue though, so I’m sure (pretty sure) I can get them to see things my way, when the time comes.

Today was another one to be grateful for.  I was thinking, five years ago today (well, the clock is about to turn and this will all be considered yesterday – yep, there it went) I was lying on Pacific Beach in San Diego, sand between my toes, sun on my bare skin, listening to the ocean waves.  Would I trade today for that day on the beach?

Not a chance. ;)

Love,
Always

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