Yesterday at this time, Jeff was in California. He’s now in North Carolina.
(He was in St. Louis from midnight until seven in the morning—just long enough to let the dogs out for their middle of the night thing and hang out with Meredith and I as she dealt with one of her stomach aches on top of her current runny nose/cough thing.)
The girls and I have been trifling for most of the day. We bought more special food for Henry. We picked up a fresh pizza from Papa Murphy’s. I put in three and a half hours toward my freelance job. The girls played the piano and read books and watched a bit of Harry Potter Weekend on ABC Family. I need to do some laundry. (I always need to do some laundry.)
My church book club meets tomorrow, and I suppose I should just refer to it as my book club, because it seems that my other book club has disbanded. We’ll be discussing The Elegance of the Hedgehog—a book I read with my disbanded book club over a year ago. I finished The Marriage Plot at three o’clock in the morning, and I loved it right up until the final page. (I sometimes wonder if there’s a page count issue when novels don’t end as strongly as they began.) Tonight I’ll be starting The Psychopath Test as well as a pair of fingerless mitts for Meredith’s teacher. Christmas is coming.
Hey! Tomorrow I’m going to talk about running! (I know!)
Twenty years ago at this time I was most likely applying eye liner and curling my hair.