I was woken up first thing this morning by my father, asking me to help him push one of the cars into the street because the battery had died. And, well, today is Father’s Day, so who am I to say no? It was incredibly hot and muggy outside, though, even before nine o’clock (which is what constitutes “first thing” on a weekend), so after we jump-started the car and poked at one of the taillights (which wasn’t working yesterday and might be the source of the problem), I came back inside and tried to go back to sleep for a while.
I mostly failed at that, but I did spend the better part of the day indoors, within the protective bubble of air conditioning. I watched this week’s Doctor Who Confidential and largely completed the Sunday crossword. (I liked this week’s a lot more than last’s.) I spent a little time out in the backyard, taking some photographs and some video, and reading a few stories submitted to Kaleidotrope, but the humidity got the best of me after not too long. And it’s maybe good that it did, because not half an hour later it poured rain for fifteen or twenty minutes.
I’m still getting over this cold — and now thoroughly convinced it is a cold, and not just allergies. It’s mostly just a nagging cough now, which, with any luck, will be gone before long. I’m feeling a lot better, so that’s good.
After dinner, my mother and I gave my father some Father’s Day gifts (mostly gift cards). My sister will be visiting next weekend, but she called to wish him a happy day. My father, unfortunately, had to attend a wake for an old family friend this afternoon, so we didn’t go out to eat or anything special.
Mostly, it was just a quiet Sunday.
