I was glad that the roads were precipitation free as I barreled down Pennsylvania Avenue. The last thing I needed was to hit a patch of black ice the first night winter descended on Washington DC. Jiffy Lube closed at 7. It was 6:45. After sliding past many yellow lights I promptly made it there by 6:55. Why were the garage doors closed? I wasn’t going to drive away without laying on some girly charm. Looking back on it, I probably should have lost the snow pants and jester winter hat. I needed the proper attire if I wanted to trade flirts for a late night oil change. The greased up manager didn’t even bother to open the garage door before he shook his head at my insistent pointing to an imaginary watch.
Fuckers! I actually said that out loud. At that moment I felt my body shake a little. I was exhausted. It was Wednesday. I put in 36 hours at the office since Monday. A mental to-do list teemed at the ridges of my mind. It had to be completed as soon as I got home. Somehow the couch swallowed me up and all of those to-do’s fell away. I was asleep by 8:30 PM and mad at myself by 11 when I woke.
Then again, if I can speed in order to get my Honda some refreshing oil, what’s so wrong with a refreshing early bed time for my body? I am declaring Wednesday BODY LUBE DAY! By every Wednesday my body is spent. I’m going to stop beating myself up and start incorporating Body Lube Day into my routine. In other words, I’m going to take a nap on Wednesdays. As you can tell I am really excited about my new nap declaration!