WOW, is my schedule a mess. I don’t think I’ve ever had it this bad before. My sleeping hours make no sense at all, and the people in this house keep expecting me to, you know, cook stuff for them and listen to them talk. And then, at 3:30 a.m. when I’m wide awake and ready to rock, suddenly nobody needs me. I ask you. Is this gratitude?
Well. DrBob is going to Salamanca on Wednesday, to be gone for five days. I’ll be able to go to bed when the kids do, and maybe by the time he gets back I’ll have settled into a normal pattern.
When he gets back, Ignatz will be 12. Thought I’d mention it now because on the actual day (this Friday) he wants to have 4 or 5 friends over for a snack-buffet and movie and whatever hilarity a bunch of 12-year-old boys can come up with. So as you can imagine, I’ll be too busy twitching and screaming to blog.
Song du jour of the day: American Music, by the Violent Femmes.