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Sundays are Fundays

Technically, my Sunday started last night while at a party that was going strong. I was glad of the changing clocks and the chance to recover at least one lost hour of sleep. And for the record, I really can rock the 80s formal wear.

November started with a beautifully sunny day:
I woke up earlier than planned with plenty of time to make it to church.
Sat next to a man with beautiful eyes.
Played with a baby in the nursery.
Ate Japanese food, and liked it.
Skipped the gym.
Hung out with my little (bigger) brother and a handful of other guys.
Was startled when an older gentleman fell at the grocery store (but was relieved when he was well taken care of.)
Enabled the purchase of far too much Halloween candy.
Played Wii.
Played my first ever game of disc golf.
Refused to take a handicap at the game.
Spent an hour singing the chorus from Biz Markie's hit song, which is still in my head. Get out of my head, Biz Markie!!!
Lost my first ever game of disc golf. But with my pride intact.
Scrounged leftovers from the fridge.
Babysat. Put a baby to bed and watched TV. Tried not to fall asleep.
Blogged.
Went to bed.

Comments

MLW said…
Was thinking yesterday I was missing the the purchase of "far to much Halloween candy". Majorly discounted candy, right? Enjoyed reading the account of your day.

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