Friday I observed the first-annual “benefits notified me I was no longer accruing vacation time” holiday. While this is a holiday I don’t plan to repeat – I’ve already scheduled a bunch of days off through the end of the year – it was a most enjoyable day. John and I rented a van and picked up our new coffee table at the warehouse and then went down to get a dresser and a desk he had stored his mom’s house.
I’m typing this on my laptop at our fabulous new coffee table right now as a matter of fact, with Seamus curled up next to me on the couch. It’s a very comfy way to spend an evening.
On Saturday I finally got my act together and went to join a gym so I can start taking yoga classes again. I was planning to go to my first class today, but then John pointed out that I might be trying to do a little too much since his sister and her husband and their two kids were coming over for brunch. And he was right, as I spent most of the morning running around cleaning and straightening. I don’t understand how this house gets so dusty. Yet another thing I have to learn to do -- realize when I'm trying to cram in too much.
The brunch was a smashing success. I made Belgian waffles with a toppings bar, and it was delicious, which was good, as I was worried the whole brunch was going to be disaster. First of all, John and his sister have managed to not fight for her entire visit, so they were due. And then when I got the obligatory “we’re running late” phone call from the car, it sounded like they were fighting. But it must have all gotten sorted out by the time they got here, and even better, John and Anna did not fight, my nephew was cute and my niece was smiley and sweet.
I hope you all had a nice weekend too. Now back to the grind.
