Andreas is in Montana with his family again, and so it’s just me rattling around the house this week. I’ve been trying to keep myself busy-busy, with lots of unnecessary solo nesting and organizing and space-making.

I’d planned to spend this week’s unplugged night at dance class, but last night I was still sore from NIA on Monday, and it was pouring rain and so I scrapped my plans and did the following:

  1. Took hot shower
  2. Started reading The Host (initial thoughts: totally enjoying it, with the exception of the “No, we can’t fuck!” moment near the beginning. Stephanie Meyer, get over your repressed self! You’re not writing YA any more. Your characters are allowed to sleep together, and your efforts to keep them apart come off as contrived.)
  3. Took brief nap
  4. Made little dinner
  5. Sat on the balcony with Sassafras and watched the rain come down
  6. Wrote two letters: a thank you and a birthday card
  7. Read some more
  8. Fell asleep with a small dog in my arms