So M is off in NYC for the weekend, cavorting about with his father and I am spared their lengthy conversations about theatre. Not that I have a problem with theatre, it’s just that, damn, do they care about theatre. And sadly when they’re in the throes of discussion, I’m usually tired and wanting to retire. So while NYC is always a lovely place to visit, M is there with my blessing and good wishes. May father-son bonding be all that and a bag of chips.
So I have 72 hours to myself. Yup. All to myself.
I’m pretty wiped out from the past week, yet my mind is still pretty hepped up. I’ve been at the computer for hours now, but I’m considering pulling a midnight cleaning spree. I haven’t done one of those in ages. However it seems that the urge to clean is being overridden by the need to sleep.
Besides, I still have 48 other hours to fill.
Today’s sing-a-long song:”Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper
HRH
This is your mother speaking. Housework, properly done, can kill you.
By: Anonymous on May 29, 2004
at 3:16 pm