guess I'll circle / while I'm waiting / for my fuse to dry

I had another relaxing, calming weekend. A girl could get used to this. But with the holidays coming, I know it won’t last. I feel like I need my weekends to be quiet and filled with nothing, two straight days of decompressing, in order to gear up for yet another week at work. It’s just not right.
I played soccer Friday and last night. I’ll leave it up to you to guess the outcome of the games. On Saturday night we went on a Haunted Tour of Galveston, which was entertaining, but left a little to be desired. I wanted to hear more actual history (that city is full of it) and more unexplained happenings and fewer hokey ghost stories and made-up science about why we can’t see ghosts (but cameras can) and how electricity was generated in the late 1800s. At one point someone commented on the lemony smell that was filling the bus and as the tour leader started talking about how ghosts can manifest themselves in smells as well as orbs and ectoplasm, Matt and Stephanie sat giggling in their seat because the smell was from their home-brewed bug repellant.
(Yes, home-brewed bug repellant.)
We did visit a neat old hotel (though it’s been renovated, rendering it less spooky) and an elaborate old cemetary, so that was neat. Unfortunately, the restaurant we’d planned on going to for dinner closed at 9:30, so we ended up at Denny’s. It feels like I’ve been to the Denny’s in Galveston a zillion times; somehow we always just end up there. Very odd, because let’s face it, Denny’s is not that good.
And today begins another long week. I can’t believe it’s already November; you wouldn’t know it from the weather. I went running on Saturday morning around 10:30 and think I suffered mild heat exhaustion — it was almost 90, with the sun beating down on me. Today, however, it’s raining and the weathermen are promising that the long-awaited “first cold front of fall” is coming. I hope they’re right.