a beautiful day, don't let it get away

It rained all day and I had no obligation to do anything. I love rainy days.

(Now I'm about to do what I don't want my blog to become- a glorified rundown of mundane daily activities. I'd much rather go for themes and organized thought. But this day was so good I had to get it down. And I'd like to rebel even against my own restrictions.)

I woke up to the the sound of water drops outside my window and felt immediately soothed and happy, especially since I wasn't scheduled to work. I opened my eyes to my nearly perfect rainy day. The day I dreamed of every single time I would have to drive to work in the rain. I could have stayed in my pajamas all day but instead changed to comfy yoga clothes and spent most of the late morning reading on the couch with a constantly refilled mug of green tea. Had a lunch of butternut squash soup with a hummus and avocado sandwich while watching a travel channel program about Italy.

I sat down on the rug of my room to meditate and when I opened my eyes I saw a smiley face drawn by John Frusciante that I taped onto a drawer of my dresser. I had forgotten it was ever there, and it made me think of him and that made me think of Gail and how I hadn't talked to her in so long and that it sure would be nice to reconnect. So I called her and she was another lucky soul to be at home on a Monday afternoon. Our conversation was great enough to do justice to our unique and specially regarded friendship.

I got the urge to get out of the house so I took my macbook over to a local coffee shop and got a hot cup of acai white tea. I spent a couple hours doing travel research for my upcoming India trip, which is set with plane tickets but the itinerary is still a bunch of ideas. So with a Lonely Planet travel guide and almost infinite information online, I educated myself on Dharamsala, McLeod Ganj, Varanasi, Rishikesh, and New Delhi. I've tentatively decided to keep most of my travels around the Himalayas. It's a pretty big task to answer the question, "where do I want to go?" as a resident of our planet. Hugh joined me for a bit and when we walked out to the parking lot in the dark it was so windy and cold that we were blown away to New York City and we are now in Greenwich Village and it is 1965. Which would have been a much more exciting concept then getting in our cars and driving home, but there is a peek into my next type of travel- time travel.

Anyway, I came home and did some yoga and then ate a fantastic dinner of eggplant parmesan and vegetable soup. Alysha and I had our weekly phone chat which is one of the best things to do on a Monday night. Laugh, get the toxins out of our head, and say whatever we want. If everyone else was in on it, our conversations could save the world. And now I sit here. The rain is over, the cold remains and I'm about to get under my down comforter.... and the electricity just went out. Lovely :)

This was a good day. Good nite.