All I would do is sleep in late and make myself breakfast at noon.
Yesterday, after booking the day off in my work calendar two months ago, I:
Woke up early to go to an OB-GYN appointment.
While I was waiting in the lobby and in the stirrups, I texted friends to confirm plans for today and answered work emails.
Walked to the salad place by my parents’ house and got a salad.
While waiting for the person to make the salad, I went to the wine store next door to buy cider that my mom likes.
Picked up the finished salad and walked to my parents’ house. They weren’t home so I ate the salad alone while watching Queer Eye and drinking orange Lacroix.
Went to a hair appointment.
Went to the acupuncturist where I was assessed and promptly fell asleep on the table.
Woke up, stretched and walked to Whole Foods to buy almond milk, parmesan cheese and garlic.
Walked back to the place I’m housesitting and watered the plants.
Called and comforted a friend who accidentally got a woman pregnant.
Invited him over and comforted him more. Helped him draft texts to his pregnant friend asking to meet him. Offered him water repeatedly.
Did a load of laundry.
Made myself dinner.
Went to my sister’s house to pick up a wagon.
Picked up my sister’s Spanish friends and their three boys (one sat in the wagon) at 11 from the train station after they had a full day of travel delays on their way to Prince Edward Island.
Dropped them off at my sister’s place, showed them how to lock the door. Offered them lots of agua.
Got on the streetcar, walked home and fell asleep.