Life is Good (I mean Sucks)

There was a full day of good weather here yesterday. Miracles do happen. (It’s raining again today, don’t worry, it’s not the second coming.)

It was so warm I decided to go swimming in the Irish Sea. So I did! Some people might think I’m crazy but there were a few other crazy people at Crawfordsburn last night too.

photo stolen from flickr

It was nice – well not nice ‘cause there was all seaweed and detritus on the beach – the blue flag beaches of Spain have me ruined for swimming in Ireland – but it wasn’t too cold and Colleen even let me back into the car afterwards when I was all sandy and wet and took me for surf and turf at the Jamaica Inn. Yum!

I had some beers and we sang along loudly to a recently rediscovered mix tape my friends made in 1990 (Only the Good Die Young was like a call to arms for us catholic high school girls) and Colleen experimented with gear shifting in the new Merc as we drove home.

So life was good until this morning when I hit my head (AGAIN!) on the fireplace ledge in the dressing room.

It literally knocked me on my ass and made me miss my bus, now I’m feeling a bit dazed and confused. I managed to hold it together through a meeting this morning but I think I’m slowly losing my grip on reality now…not sure if I can blame that on the fireplace or not though.

Can I blame it for this rambling pointless post?