Well, Tom and I certainly can pack a week full of adventures. OK, not so much adventures as errands and commitments, but still, jam-packed our weeks are. On Friday night we had a rare evening to ourselves, but we couldn’t just kick back and enjoy it. There were dishes to wash, floors to clean and drifts of clutter to find homes for. I don’t think we have anything on the calendar for this Wednesday, so I may try to squeeze in some pants shopping that evening. If it goes well, perhaps we’ll celebrate with the bloody mary for carnivores that they serve at the seafood place in the same parking lot. Not only is it served in a gigantic fish bowl type of glass, but it is garnished with one cherry tomato, two large green olives, one peeled shrimp and a big chunk of andouille sausage. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.
I sort of lost my point there, which is that we are busy. I have projects that I would like to accomplish, hours of recorded television that I would like to watch and gardens that need some weeding, but it seems like we’re always running from the house on our way to something; Tae kwon do, volleyball, family stuff, all of it kind of exhausting. As always, I dream of having a more structured schedule, one which would have time carved out for things like pedicures, sitting very still in the back yard and bubble baths.
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