One Sentence About My Day Off Today

I woke up at the same time that I always wake up because, well, habit, listened to Sidney sing along to the Dear Evan Hansen Original Broadway Cast Recording while she got ready for her day, brushed my teeth, peed, joined B, Sidney and the dogs in the car to drop Sidney off at school, hiked to the top of Corona Heights Hill with B and the dogs and then back down again (also with B and the dogs), rode home, put on my best pair of running tights, went for a three point one mile jog through Golden Gate Park with B, caught up with Jamie on FaceTime, listened to B rock out to the Dear Evan Hansen Original Broadway Cast Recording while he got ready for a lunch meeting, took a shower, got a massage, washed down a bacon, jalapeño and arugula pizza with a cold glass of Castell D'Age Anne Marie while reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire at Starbelly, picked up a box of my favorite candy from Giddy in the Castro, movie-montage-danced home in a cool drizzle to “For Forever” from the Dear Evan Hansen Original Broadway Cast Recording while somewhat cava-buzzed, brought the dogs on a walk and got caught in a downpour, answered all of the work emails that I missed during the morning because, let's be honest, days off aren't actually real, chatted with Ella, Harrison and Kelly on FaceTime, cuddled on the couch with Patches and Buddy and now is now and I'm typing this web log post in a Lyft hoodie and gray sweatshorts while guzzling Gimbal's Sour Pucker-Up Gummy Lips at the dining room table with Patches at my feet and the 'Live Nudes' neon sign that I found in the garage a couple months ago throwing a red glare on my laptop screen as the Dear Evan Hansen Original Broadway Cast Recording floods out of my best headphones.