A SunBreak in the Life...

Yesterday it was sunny. I mean for the whole day. Also, you could feel the sun, in addition to seeing it.

Today, of course, it is grey again, although (thus far) not raining.

Yesterday was such an unusual event 'round these here parts, I played hooky. Seriously, I took a vacation day from work simply because The Sun Was Out. I did not pretend to be sick, nor did I make up an excuse such as "Male Offspring has broken his leg in three spots, I'm at the hospital". I told my boss, "I'm taking a day off because the sun is out, and I need to mow the lawn, bathe the dogs, plant some flowers, and get some friggin' vitamin D before I kill someone." She was cool with that. It is not unheard of 'round these here parts.

This is the pathetic reality of my life. Not good for an admitted sun-whore.

Yesterday I skipped the a.m. hit of caffeine altogether, took the canines on a two-mile walk and played tennis ball with them. (His name is Batman; it's been one day since his last ball.)

I mowed my lawn with my brand-spankin-new Craftsman lawnmower. 6.5 torque. Mulching mower. Foldable handle for storage. On sale. Pretty damn fancy.

I gave both canines a bath, and brushed their winter fur out until my arms gave out. I pretty much spent the whole damn day outside. Then I actually cooked a decent dinner and watched a movie with the offspring.

Yesterday I wore only two layers: the usual undershirt, and *gasp* a shortsleeved shirt. These arms have not seen the light of day since last August, and that probably only happened three times. They are about the shade of a fish's belly. As is the rest of me.


Anyway, yesterday I was manically happy. My dear friend called me at 11pm last night.

Phone: Annoying Ring! Annoying Ring!

Me: How do you know I wasn't asleep?

Dear Friend: Because you're probably just now coming down off your sun high.

Yeah, well.

The Daughterly Offspring went to track practice yesterday. She hit 4'10" at the high jump bar. This qualifies her to compete in a track invite on the other side of the state. She told her coach it was the weather. It's like absorbing an energy drink from the air.

The other track kids were lying on the ground, panting and dying of heat stroke. It was maybe 72*. With the famed maritime breeze.

Daughterly Offspring says she may apply to the University of Arizona for college. If she ends up being a Wildcat, I am so turning into one of those Stalker Moms who follow their kid to college.