Clad in cashmere - lounging cashmere - I spent all Sunday resting up after a busy Saturday. It was a much needed pajama day. Pajama days have been sparse this year and especially recently, after a summer-of-too-much-to-do. Mostly, I just needed to stay home and do "nothing," which, of course, doesn't mean nothing got done. I'm not quite caught up with the DVR, the laundry, or the mystery sock, but there was considerable movement in that direction.
Saturday was the first annual disaster preparedness block party, held on the (gasp) twentieth anniversary of the Loma Prieta Earthquake.
We had a fire truck
...bubbles,
...a pinata,
...and a sing-along.
The idea was to build community - to get to know our neighbors and establish a basis of trust for the next steps of disaster preparedness. It was a fun party! Everyone on the committee did their part to make it a success.
But it did leave me tired. And all that talking made me need not to talk on Sunday.
Hence, the day of rest.
