I spent the day at work, and received a gift from my lovely boss. It was very sweet of her. Totally unnecessary, but very sweet.
After work, I treated myself to a dinner out and a movie. Dinner was at Milestones Bar and Grill at Lansdowne Park. The movie was Hacksaw Ridge. It was a great film about a genuinely remarkable man. I highly recommend going to see that one.
Then I enjoyed a beautiful walk home. I mean, it was mostly beautiful, until I crossed the street near my home, at which point a driver totally ignored the fact that I had the little man that indicates "walk" and dam near ran me over.
I've had a number of ridiculously close calls, but this is the first time I seriously thought I might die. I literally had to jump backwards, with visions of the front bumper crushing my hip. It was such a close call that I genuinely yelled at the driver. There was a litany of inventive curse words. I'm almost sorry about it, but frankly the jerk was driving blind. I don't kow how he missed me, incidentally. I was wearing a bright red coat.
Also apparently when adrenaline hits that hard, my usually mildly filthy mouth becomes a cesspit. This should surprise no one.
So, other than the near death experience, yesterday was a lovely day of self-pampering.
I know a lot of people find going out alone a sad thing, but I really enjoy it. Sometimes it's a good idea to check in with yourself and pamper yourself.
And I think we could all use a little bit of pampering. Especially now.
So go treat yourself!