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A Day Well Lived


Nothing spectacular transpired today, but the fact that it was a sweet, simple day in and of itself was spectacular.

I delight in Sundays. In the days of Beam childhood, Sunday was the day where we rested in the afternoon and prepared for the upcoming week. Sometimes, I still travel back to those days.

It is nice to know that I can create it for myself and have my nostalgic Sunday nights. I performed two shows today so it was hardly restful, but thank goodness for Lifetime... yes, I know, but I do love me some "Army Wives" and "Drop Dead Diva". After watching these stories, I caught up on some of Season Two of "The Big Bang Theory". Sheldon is an utter riot, that Jim Parsons=goodness.

Also, I did something today I have not done in some time: I coloured. How gratifying was that? It fed the soul in a weird way (and not like those chicken soup books... although I must admit I have not read them, I merely wrote what sprung to mind and refuse to use the delete key - ha) and made me feel like a kid again.

So, nothing extravagant to report - Just a day that I cherished for its simplicity, as I fall asleep I will be thankful for a day well lived...

Here's wishing you the same,
Dustin

Postscript for poppets: I thought the dog looked like he experienced a day well-lived too so I thought I would include that... Plus, he made me smile. And I named him Barney. :-)

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Meg said…
Does Barney love a girl dog named Robin?
August 13, 2009 at 8:02 PM
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