The Ultimate Lazy Sunday & The Faraway Nearby

Today is the ultimate Lazy Sunday. I've been spending it mostly in bed feeling under the weather and the rain outside makes it easier for me to stay tucked in and cozy. Last night, I was awoken by a light show in the sky which were accompanied by sets of rolling thunder. I sat up, wide awake and watched it through my window for a little while, which I tend to do. We had BBQ plans today, and I had set my alarm to wake up to make my famous potato salad I did it as planned toughing out the achy blahs. My partner still has his door project to work on, I can hear the pounding as we speak. So I decided to stay home. (Enter mischievous smile here). Don't tell anyone, but I didn't want to go anyway. I still made my famous potato salad and sent it on it's way with the others. I don't feel it is a wasted day, I am very content to have the house to myself. I open up my music list and load up a long playlist of Cyndi Lauper tunes, something I listen to when I'm feeling ill. Her music makes me feel better. She reminds me of my sisters...plus, I wanted to avoid having certain songs or artist pulling at my emo-cord. Cyndi is safe. I'm finding it's taking it a lil longer writing this, as I took several breaks singing "I'll Kiss You" (a very animated performance, might I add) and "The Faraway Nearby" (which had me thinking of the person I was trying not to think of which is why I chose to listen to Cyndi Lauper in the first place) It happens that way, I suppose. So I continue to sing.

Hot looks, cold words,
Don't know what it is you heard
But I didn't mean it,
If I said something wrong
Short nights, long dreams
Something happens in between
Then a weird feeling,
Like you're here but still you're gone

 
Big whisper, small scream
But it's not like what it seems
Locked up in the open
Don't know which way to go
Deserts, oceans
Leaving footprints in the sand
Hoping that you'll see them
And wishing you'd follow

It's impossible to keep someone out of your head, when deep inside you want them there. It's a toughie, no doubt about it.