This lady has been singing the blues lately. I don't know if it is the crazy weight gain, 10111 Epsilon, or the fact that I only seem to see the sun on weekends. I've decided to start eating my lunch outside in Capitol Square every day that I possibly can and see if that can help with this low-grade depression.
It felt great going out there today. I sprawled out on the freshly cut lawn, kicked off my shoes, took out a good book, and commenced reading and slurping clam chowder. (I tend not to be one of the demure bench sitters in the square. The benches encircle the statues, and the people eating lunch there look like they are a part of some quiet religious order that worships long-dead Virginia deities.) I could practically feel my body produce Vitamin D and happiness.
The only downside to these sunny lunches, I am finding, is that I desperately want to curl up and take a nap when I return to my cold, dry office.
1 comment:
Oh sister. Your words chill me to the bone. 10111 Epsilon has the same connotation as the Bates Motel now. What a departure from childhood days!
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