Today is also the first day in a week that I’ve felt truly full after a meal (ladies’ brunch at Sarabeth’s West). And so it seems that most things are getting back on track. My digestive system seems to have forgiven me for the past fortnight of alcoholism, and I am once again a devoted subway New-Yorker-reader rocking out to The Strokes.
After brunch on Sunday, I suspect I will carry out my painting projects (a burnt orange focus wall in the kitchen, a deep burgundy focus wall in the bedroom, and a toffee entryway), drop off the laundry, and maybe even hunker down with the National Commission for Health Education Certification’s Health Educator Responsibilities and Competencies. Or maybe I’ll knit a baby-something for Randi’s soon arrival. Sundays are full of possibilities, and it’s good to be back.
