Last night, rather than worry, I was excited. First, I found out that there exists a CD of classical music as a backdrop to a cat purring. Because Elsie is the only thing so far that calms my tics down, I'm hoping that this comforting sound will help to calm them. Needless to say, I'm excited about the prospect, and it was keeping me up.
And then there was today. First, Leigh and Justin both came over in the morning and we all went to church. It's a church that Justin and I have been attending on Saturday nights. I don't love the sermons (especially the one this morning, it was "fluffy," as Leigh put it), but it's a solid church and the people are so welcoming. Right now, I need welcoming people and decent sermons, as I sometimes feel alone in this city, more than I need average people and incredible sermons. It's not that the sermons aren't biblical... they are. They're just not always very deep or convicting. Still, for where I am in my life right now, it's a good church.
After church, the three of us headed over to Chipotle for some chicken burritos. In case you don't know, the tortilla is made of flour. I can't eat flour. But it seems that if I just do it once a week at Chipotle, although I cough and get really itchy, my GI system can tolerate it. Just once a week. And it's so worth it.
After some car shuffling back at my house, we headed how to the bowling alley. There, Leigh met some of the members of the HFA/AS group I've been going to. We didn't bowl, because "hey, that's 6 bucks," and it hurts my hand from when I had surgery. But it was fun to watch everyone. I wanted Leigh to meet "all those autistic people" to see how different one is from the next.
We got back from bowling and played with Elsie. Here's my new favorite picture:
After all the fun and excitement, and dealing with the effects of a late night, there was only one thing left to do: I crashed for 2 hours.
Ahhhhh. I love Sundays.