Six o'clock, my dog followed me to the front door, hopeful of an early walk. No such luck. I raced off to the gym and got in an hour workout on the bicycle and leg weights. Sweaty as a 14 year old on his first date, I zoomed home in my still warm car.
The dog was in luck. I think he had just gotten back to sleep when I walked in, snapped on his collar, and jogged him out the door. I had him walked and filled with treats before the clock struck eight.
I jumped on the computer and did some writing before whipping up some waffles to wake the kids up with. Despite calls for my head due to a lack of whipped cream, the army was fed and ready to march. I washed the dishes and vacuumed the house.
My water heater broke on Friday night and I am without hot water until Monday when my plumber will replace the heater. Therefore, I cringed and gasped through a 65 degree shower. I actually felt better afterwards, like I, the world's feeblest public speaker, had just given a speech and was greeted with slaps on back.
After that, I worked with the kids on their homework, put some things away in the garage, folded clothes and scrubbed the walls. The obnoxious "have to" part of my day was over. The job of being a homeowner and father gave way to the leisure of a Sunday afternoon with nothing to do.
By 12:30, all I had to do was heat up some bean dip, microwave some chips and cheese, and settle in for the Laker game. I am all about simple pleasures, and the Lakers at playoff time is one of the most satisfying. With Kobe going for 31, Bynum rocking a mind-blowing triple-double, and no sign of a Peace induced brawl breaking out, it was great.
Here's to the Lakers and being together many more Sunday afternoons through June.
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