Barbara J. Hamby

Down Day

I hate days like today when I feel like I might actually be the age it says on my birth certificate. So, when I ran out of energy this afternoon, I took a nap on the deck and decided not to cook tonight. We have so many restaurants in this neighborhood that we could eat out every night, if only they all served healthy food.

As luck would have it, we got the perkiest waitress in the family restaurant a few miles down Highway 99W, who had just come on shift and was bursting with energy and enthusiasm. She also had a great tan and wore shorts that showed off her good legs. And, as I often wish when watching young children, I wanted an energy transplant from this gal. Instead, I enjoyed good food and good service in a noisy, busy atmosphere. I was able to get healthy substitutes for the onion rings, French fries, etc. and I brought half the steak home for tomorrow.

Probably the infection I’ve been fighting has increased my fatigue level. I seem to be inundated with emails, also. I love all the ones from friends and family, but I need to start culling the political and commercial ones that manage to get through the spam filter. It seems as if half the people in the country want to tell me how they feel about Ted Kennedy, health care, global warming, etc. I have to admit it was kind of a kick to get an email from the president eulogizing Kennedy.

The good dinner seems to be restoring my energy somewhat. I hope I won’t be wide- awake at bedtime after dragging around all afternoon.