My weekend was off the charts. I didn’t have time to do anything. No reading, no lounging. Nothing. Here’s why:
The Boy had a cross country meet which was out of town. With the commute, plus the rain, it took a while to get there and back. He did great. He ran the 3 miles in 21:54. I think that’s pretty good for a freshman. His chest issue, which I mentioned before sometimes acts up but it did not this time. Maybe because it was rainy and cool. Anyway, he ought to be proud of his time. It’s over a minute faster than his last run time.
The next day, The Girl had her 9th birthday party. There were eight kids total and as soon as I could, I got them to go outside for a “picnic” which basically means, your screaming and shouting and overall craziness is too much for my brain. It was fun. They had fun but a house full of girls has its own challenges. I spare you the girl drama but I was putting out fires left and right.
Today, I am half asleep and still working on this freakin’ project at work. I feel as if I’ve been sentenced to a lifetime in the hole but as the holidays grow closer, so does my vacation so there’s hope for me yet.
What am I reading? Is that what you asked?
I am reading Cold Light, which I hope to finish today. I am also reading Nesbo’s The Leopard and of course The Twelve although I haven’t gotten far with that one because I feel as if I must have perfect conditions to read it and I’ve not been able to control that so much lately. What are you reading?
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