Ring
It should be illegal to call a person at 9am on a Sunday — so he has to jump his snowboard-sore body out of bed, stumble downstairs as fast as he's able, and grab the phone just as it stops ringing — without even leaving a voicemail to explain what you wanted or to apologize.
So, now I'm awake, anyway, and it's about three hours earlier than I thought is was from my half-sleeping haze. Good time to catch up on journal entries, eat leftover coffee, listen to music, and enjoy my Sunday morning.
Oh, and continue to nurse my bruises from yesterday, of course. I've got one giant bruise on my butt that hurts like crazy whenever I accidentally roll back on it.
I'm still debating whether this is an activity which is low enough energy to engage in without too much risk of making myself sick, but, considering that the only really exhausting part yesterday was the beginning, when I didn't know what I was doing, and that once I'd gotten comfortable with it I expended far less energy staying upright, not to mention having falls which were much less dramatic, that a second visit would probably be far less tiring than even this one was. We'll see. I sometimes get a little resentful when I find things I really like, but then have to ask the question whether they're a wise idea for other reasons.
I checked my money this morning, and it seems dry enough to pack into my wallet and strike out for my (now traditional) Sunday morning brunch somewhere. I need to make some downtown friends so I can Sunday morning brunch with other people, too, but it still suits me fine most days to read a book and peoplewatch for a couple of hours, too.
So, now I'm awake, anyway, and it's about three hours earlier than I thought is was from my half-sleeping haze. Good time to catch up on journal entries, eat leftover coffee, listen to music, and enjoy my Sunday morning.
Oh, and continue to nurse my bruises from yesterday, of course. I've got one giant bruise on my butt that hurts like crazy whenever I accidentally roll back on it.
I'm still debating whether this is an activity which is low enough energy to engage in without too much risk of making myself sick, but, considering that the only really exhausting part yesterday was the beginning, when I didn't know what I was doing, and that once I'd gotten comfortable with it I expended far less energy staying upright, not to mention having falls which were much less dramatic, that a second visit would probably be far less tiring than even this one was. We'll see. I sometimes get a little resentful when I find things I really like, but then have to ask the question whether they're a wise idea for other reasons.
I checked my money this morning, and it seems dry enough to pack into my wallet and strike out for my (now traditional) Sunday morning brunch somewhere. I need to make some downtown friends so I can Sunday morning brunch with other people, too, but it still suits me fine most days to read a book and peoplewatch for a couple of hours, too.