I'm still at work. It's 6:30. School was out hours ago.
I should be busy and productive. I'm not. I'm putzing.
Do you piddle?
Sheesh! I wanna go home!! I don't wanna work!
So, go home, you say. Oh, but I can't. Because.
I do have a good reason, you know.
I have plans this weekend.
Birthday plans. Yes, I know. My birthday was back in September.
We believe in delayed gratification around here.
Big plans, though. And perfect timing.
Just when I am going nuts with an early-onset of Spring Fever.
Just when I think I can't take one more inside recess.
One more day of forty second graders in one room.
God, save me from inside recess. Give me grace.
Just exactly now - when I need it most - my weekend away arrives.
Jeffrey and I are off to explore a new-to-me small town.
We're off to visit bookstores where we've never been and thrift stores as-yet unexplored.
We're off to be alone to walk and talk and hold hands.
We're off to eat Indian and anything else that catches our fancy.
We're off to see a Neil Simon play I've never seen.
Do you know about my passion for theater? My love of Neil Simon?
This is a good present. And perfect timing.
Just when I need it most.
And, the weather is perfect. Perfect I tell you.
Life is so beautiful, I bet we get daffodils this weekend.
It's nearly spring and I have this thing with daffodils.
But first, I must work. I must. I really must.