Since coming back from CA, Phil and I have been beaten to a pulp. Right after we landed, we were both hit with symptoms of the flu which kicked our bootays and rendered us useless. At its peak, I spent almost all of Friday in a semi-delirious state, taking a sick day but then driving to work, only to be there for eight whole minutes before my boss sent me home. I drove home and promptly passed out for another five hours. Hubs and I tried to get out of the house on Saturday for lunch and a couple of errands but three hours in, I was exhausted and we came home. And I slept for another three hours. I've been doing a whole lot of sleeping lately. Fortunatelyyyyyy, we are out of the woods and feeling semi-human again, so it's all good. I'm just hoping the Universe agrees that we've paid our dues.
But of course, not able to leave well enough alone and desperate to feel productive, I ended up tackling the laundry, which I really, really detest. Phil normally washes/folds/puts away the laundry, but he's been incredibly busy with work lately so I thought I would play the loving, dutiful wife and lend a hand---but I knew I needed some music. And that's when things got a little Old Skool around here!
We have a small (and hideous), CD player in our bedroom that we'd meant to donate long ago but somehow keep forgetting, so on a whim yesterday I popped open the CD drive and found an old CD that Phil and I used to listen to together back in the day when it was cool to listen to CD's.
It's amazing how music has the power to transport you back in time; this CD in particular brought me back to the days before Phil and I were married; our every-weekend, winter day-trips to Squaw Valley or Heavenly to go snowboarding, or that warm summer weekend we went camping and towed the boat up to Lake Tahoe, drifting quietly around Emerald Bay. Most memorable, however, would have to be sitting around the campfire later that evening, poking at the fire with a stick and listening to Phil casually mention "Someday, when we get married..." and me trying to contain my happiness and excitement, because, you know...you never want to appear too anxious. ;)
I spent the afternoon listening to that CD, washing and folding our laundry and smiling to myself over my thoughts of where our lives and our love have taken us. And all because of A Bronx Tale.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm feeling a bit cabin-feverish, so we're going to make it a beach day. It's beautiful out and this girl is getting pasty. Happy MLK Day, friends. xo