Saturday

I woke up this morning, cooked Julie and I breakfast: scrambled eggs, cinnamon toast, and OJ, and Julie left for work, and there I sat on the couch, for about 2 hours. I watched the food network, I cleaned out my email, I added things to do on my iCal, and finally I begrudgingly showered.

I went to work, at a support club for anyone impacted by cancer, and talked to three new people to the club. They were all so different. One, a 48 year old man who loved the f-bomb. Next, a woman who just moved here from Nigeria, her English is pretty good, but when I asked her personal questions she laughed and looked at me as if to say, " I know what you're asking and I'm not going to answer that question." And finally, a woman in her 60s who simply wants to do some yoga. 3 very different people, 3 very great conversations.

Then I came home, made iced coffee, watched the Mavericks blow it, and finished writing my last paper of the semester: Art, Faith, and Humanity. *More on that to come.

I am currently still sitting on my couch, having talked very little all day except for when I was at work, and I'm so happy. Happy to not have to talk. Happy to not be out. Happy to be on the couch with my roommate who feels the exact same way.

Sometimes life wears on me, and I just need to be. Not talk, not perform, but simply be.

That is what Saturday's are good for, right?