I Meant To...

I meant to on the weekend. I meant to blog. I meant to make monster cookies - like my Mum's. I meant to clean more. I meant to exercise. I meant to go to the gym and hit the cardio machines. I meant to be more patient. I meant to listen.

Instead, I didn't visit the computer. I made cookies, but from a pre-made batter (and yes, today I took the credit. Um yes, I BAKED them myself). I went to the park for a leisurely stroll with my Love and my Dog. I had a therapeutic (translation - painful) massage. I hugged my brother.

I also got cozy with my heating pad. I nursed my muscle spasm. For 6 hours. I complained and wanted to be alone. I worried. I rested so that my body could heal itself.

And then, I went to see Blue Rodeo live in concert. My mind lifted above the pain in my back. My spirit soared. My heart sang familiar words. I fell more in love with the Husband. Songs and memories united, bitter and sweet at the same time. For having been in the business for almost a quarter of a century, those boys can still rock out. I confessed to the Husband that I would probably marry the lead singer if he proposed, for his voice alone. Glad to get that one out.