If you're me, you wake up still full from the enormous meal the night before., so you go for a swim at a community pool full of sloooooooooooow folk, but you grin and bear it because a short, dissatisfying workout is a workout nonetheless.
If you're me, you park yourself for a couple of hours at a favourite coffee shop, sip very good coffee,
and blog.If you're me, you meet an old schoolmate you haven't seen in twenty years (Saturday night aside) for lunch on Granville Island, but you forget to bring your camera.
If you're me, you laze around the afternoon, doing less of the work you brought with you than you should have.
If you're me, you meet your parents
(oh, and your sister
and handsome BF),
arrived in town this very afternoon, for dinner wherein you enjoy some salad,
halibut cheeks,
and cheeses
(along with very nice BC wine), and do all you can to get them through to the end with minimal crotchety old person complaints.If you're me, you slightly regret that last statement, even if it's the truth.
If you're me, you go wine shopping with the big sister, and enjoy it immensely.
If you're me, you try not to make a big deal out of 38 even though it somehow feels old, enormous, more than it should.
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