a turnaround

Yesterday was a tough one.  I tried to wake up after a very restless night for both myself and my husband.  It was VERY dark and grey outside, with a drizzle turning into a downpour that lasted for at least a couple of hours.  This seasonally-affected girl had a tough time.  

Sherri and I went for our Wednesday walk and witnessed a raging fire on someone’s front balcony–in the midst of the pouring rain.  The Verdun firefighters were quick on the scene and got to it after a few tense minutes of them breaking in and getting the hose going.  It was a curious phenomenon, and quite strange to smell smoke and rain in one inhale.  

I got back and was achy and exhausted from my rough night.  I had a headache and was just generally sore, not hungry, not thirsty:  lethargic.  And I stayed that way for hours upon hours.  I also was quite self-piteous.  

Well, a call from Julie in Colorado brightened my spirits a bit.  It was good to connect with her.  Pete had come and gone during my time talking with her, and I decided to go to his soccer game–the final, championship intramural soccer game of the season.  It was a good thing to get out of the house, even though it meant a half hour metro ride plus a 15 minute walk uphill.

It was all well-worth it, though.  I sat with an umbrella over my head as it had continued to rain, and watched the ridiculous footwork of Pete’s teammates (some were varsity players, so they obviously won). Pete, goalie, played well.   During the game, the final installation of the Montreal Fireworks competition went off in the background. (The competition is an international affair–every Wednesday and Saturday of mid June-August they block off a major bridge over the St. Lawrence River, so spectators can see with nothing in their ways.) Our vantage point was from the field carved into the side of Mount Royal–it was quite beautiful.  

I came home soggy, but happy I went.  And I slept better than I have in almost the entirety of my marriage. 

It’s good to fight lethargy.