Gimme some more of that vitamin D!

Natural light is one of the best forms of therapy.  I had the pleasure of leaving my apartment this morning to a glorious blast of sunshine to my face.  It was such a pleasant surprise, after the past month of dark-cloaked departures.  All my love and admiration goes to Mr. Daylight Savings.  My high school history textbooks simply did not do him justice.


Now, the notable part of today:


Today, I got to leave school in the middle of the day to do PT for the Eighth Annual Catalog For Philanthropy  (CFP) Kick-Off Volunteer Opportunity, launching the 2010 Giving Season.  PT (physical training), is something we do at City Year to "inspire the community around us, and to prepare our minds and bodies for a powerful day of service."  It consists of a varying assortment of exercises led by the PT crew (super enthusiastic corps members) and executed by the whole corps. We usually do PT outdoors in very public places, which is totally awesome, but today I had the treat of doing it at the Sidney Harman Center (on a real stage!).  At one point, we had the whole audience get up and do one of the moves with us!  It was pretty silly.  


The theatre we were in had these acoustics that just knocked my black or white socks off.  I have to admit, it made me a little nostalgic for my high school days spent on the stage (you know, way back when).  At least there's no shortage of theatrics in my daily life.  At the school I work at, one gets a healthy dose of love ("He liiiiiiiiiikes youuuuuuuuuuuu!"), sabotage ("He threw that pencil!" "Nah, she did!"), good guys and bad guys ("Imma steal you!"), and, of course, comedic relief (can't think of a good one liner off the top of my head; you'll just have to take my word for it that fourth graders are freakin hilarious).


Now, though the sun has set, I can enjoy the end of the day in my favorite way: eating homemade (Rachel-made) pumpkin pie with a side (I use that term liberally) of $4-a-gallon neapolitan ice cream from Giant, listening to the gently lilting sounds of some trashy new sitcom Zack is watching a few feet away, and wishing Tiffer's chicken tenders were in my belly (update: snagged one!).  So to you, Mr. Savings: thank you.  Thank you for a beautiful, sunshiney, City Year day.