The day

The swim was actually great. Concentrating on counting must be like meditating. Your mind is almost blank except for the task at hand, in my case: counting. There's just such a feeling of accomplishment when I finish swimming my mile. Today I said "Happy" every time I counted to a multiple of 10. Yeah, I know. Weird. I'll have to add it to a meme if I ever do one of them. My parents weren't home when I called from my car, and I decided that I'd visit my mother on Wednesday after work instead of today and take her out to dinner. Then I called Karen to tell her I was going to the stamping store around the corner from her house and that I needed fish tacos from Ram's Head. I picked her up, and went outside my box a little and had a Reuben. Delicious. We went to the stamping store afterward, then I dropped her off. I came home, and the rest of the day flew by. I worked on my cards. Probably spent an hour just cutting around evergreen sprays. Finally decorated the tree with Emily. Watched part of a movie and 2 TV shows with her. Made dinner. And here I am. Day is done, and it's time for bed. I'll spend a few minutes reading my Fine Cooking magazine, then it's lights out.