Yes, gentle readers, it’s that time again, the time when The Boy heads down to California to spend some time amongst magic mice and mountains. What does this mean for yours truly? Well, it means some very quiet days–days full of work, days when I often plan to do something special, something ‘me’–and general just wind up working extra hard, coming up from time to time for air, quesadillas, and to mark another day off on the calendar. This year, I promised The Boy that I’d send him a note here and, because I am the sort of mother who tries to keep her work, I’m doing that right now: Unless you are The Boy, you need not read further:
Hey Sonny–I told you I’d send you a note, and here it is. Lilo and Lila miss you; they came and checked out who was watching TV and then went into the kitchen and sulked. I worked all day, except when you called. I was going to go do the music lessons this morning, but we got home so late last night that I overslept this morning by mistake–got up, took my meds, and then staggered back to bed by mistake, rather than going to the shower. But it was all right; I’m doing it tomorrow. I’ll tell everyone you said ‘hi.’
Tomorrow afternoon I plan to finish doing the edits on the book I wrote about us, and get it off for printing, and about time, too. That book has dragged on entirely too long. I have clients who would agree, so I’ll spend a good part of my weekend finishing up edits on two books, and getting the design going on the book I’m getting started. In other words, while you are off having fun, I’m going to be doing my Cinderella imitation. Pity me.