Ah, the best part of vacation. Living in the land without time. (Or grammar.) I swear, it's been Saturday for at least five days now. How will I ever go back to school? I lack any/all discipline and I'm pretty sure my brain turned to mush some time after Christmas. What have I been doing with myself you ask? Lazing about and chauffering Paul around. I did a through memory search and he has driven twice--once out of extreme duress. I don't think he'll ever drive again. It occurred to me that it's awfully convenient that the person who has to fly is the one who doesn't mind and the person who has to drive is the one who doesn't mind.
Lazing about pretty much consists of cleaning, organizing, or decorating...well, maybe not decorating. I have an entire giant Rubbermaid container full of stuff for DI or Goodwill or whoever I find first. (I checked, it will be DI. We're on the same road. It's just so easy to get to!) So, we have a lot of free closet space now and I cleaned up the second bedroom, found places for a lot of stuff, put up some shelves, added a utensil rack to the kitchen--which is the cleanest it has ever been, yea even every square inch, framed some things, washed those things that never get washed, etc. I've been a smidge bored you might say.
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