Interlude #3 - The Weekend Slosh

If you were in New York this weekend, you knew it was a waste of time to do anything other than finding a good book, good movie, and good Cup O' Joe and settling into your quiet space. Even Sunday, which turned out to be okay was a day to spend inside because of the tone Friday and Saturday had set.

Saturday, I had three classes, so venturing out into the torrential rain and heavy winds was not an option, it was necessity. I wore my heaviest blue jeans skirt and a nice blue lace blouse and made a run for the car. In the time it took me to walk from the garage to my car, place a bag into the trunk and then jump into the drivers seat - a grand total of 15 yards - I was drenched. Granted, I didn't use an umbrella. I am a firm believer in calling a spade a spade, and using an umbrella for 4 seconds is completely useless, especially when entering/exiting a car is concerned. You get more wet trying to maneuver an umbrella around the door of the car than making a dash for it and hoping to stay dry.

I was doomed either way. Luckily, only my head and neck got wet, thanks to a combination of things (my trench coat, my thick blue jeans skirt and an inclined driveway (no puddles). But joy of joys, we all know what happens when our head and neck gets wet. I was sniffling all through my first class, but thankfully, I had a dose of cold tablets in my bag. By the time my last class was over, unlike the rain, my sneezing had eased up. I came home, changed into sweats and grabbed my parrot, Soma, and covered up under a blanket in the den. We both slept for three hours, cheek to cheek, before I realized I was supposed to be at a friends house for a girl's night out. I put Soma in her cage, who for once did not become a ball of shrieking terror because she was too drowsy to complain) and called up my friend telling her plainly that I fell asleep. In true best friend fashion, she said to come over anyway, that I could sleep there.

That's exactly what I did. I lasted a total of two hours before knocking out on her bed until the next morning. I left pretty early, if you consider 10:30 early on a Sunday and for about two hours at home took care of whatever needed attending. I took Soma again from her cage and rough-housed with her for 20 mins but we were both yawning, so I grabbed a blanket and put her underneath, and we both napped again, this time for about four hours. Did I mention that she snores? Must be because she's only 11 months old. Who knows? It's just one of those surprises you only discover when you're spending the weekend being an absolute bum.

Snuggled up under a blanket-edly,

Davi