A weird day

Today, as I sit down, mere minutes away from going to bed, was a weird day.

Sundays are when we rest. We might do chores. I might go to the library and write or read. We always have Savya. But we don't do anything usually. We don't invite people over (that's for Saturdays). We don't go anywhere (again, Saturdays). All we want to do is sleep a little longer in bed, and then laze around the rest of the day.

Last Sunday, I went to a party. A senior is going back to India, someone I respect, and have learned a few things from, over the years.

Prerna had her own girl's night out situation. 3 Girls + 3 Babies.

Anyway. I had drinks (3). I ate, laughed, danced a little and came back around 11. Which is late for us. We try to sleep early. We can't seem to. But that's a post for another time.

The day started off. I was tired. My body felt wrong in the morning. I did a little bit of yoga, just some basic stretching and pranayama.

I had nothing I wanted to write about while travelling to work.

At work, I felt a little off. I did do what I was supposed to. I had an activity in the evening, I did that too. But something kept feeling off.

I did not having anything I wanted to write about while travelling from work, either. I had a little inkling, but I thought I would think about it on my walk. Spoiler alert: I did not.

Eventually, finally, I went for my walk, and things felt a little normal. I listened to some ATP, felt that chilly air get into my lungs, and it felt a little normal.

I am a creature of habit. I like knowing how things would go, in advance. And, I should not have anything planned on Sundays.