It's feeling like a random sort of Sunday, so let us return once more to the random CD prompt. Choose a song as randomly as you care to and then borrow its first line for your poetry or prose. Credit where it's due, but of course.
Had a nice, quiet day off with my family. Pancake breakfast, spent some time at the park, enjoyed a nice afternoon nap, and capped things off with a roasted chicken for dinner.
Have a few errands I need to run tomorrow morning, otherwise taking it slow until we begin our box harvest tomorrow evening.
Dancing Years - We Danced Last Night
We danced last night for an hour or so, despite my better judgement. I got caught up in the moment, I suppose. Moments, technically. There are a whole lot of moments in an hour. Each one as compelling as the one that came before it, or so it felt.
I should have known better. I am well past the age where such foolishness is appropriate. Now my feet ache, my back complains at every turn, my ears feel like they're still throbbing in tune with the music.
I barely managed to make it from my bed to my writing desk and I have no intention of leaving it until it is time to return to bed. Small sips of water only; there will be no bathroom breaks today. The toilet is on the other side of the house, though it might as well be on the other side of the ocean.
Knocks on the door will be ignored, as will the ringing of the telephone. I am here and here I shall stay. Perhaps if I hold perfectly still all day long my body will have recovered by the time I wake tomorrow morning.
Sigh. What utter lunacy. What madness came over me last night? Why would I...
Oh, yes. Isabella. Of course.
Worth every muscle spasm.