I need more three-day weekends in my life. Don’t we all?
Just got back from lunch with the good doctor, which is the nice part about this cold and dreary Monday. There isn’t much to do, really, except tidy up a little bit around the house and sit around to drink all my free beer from Saturday night. I suppose I should get around to finishing Session 9, especially while it’s still daylight outside, but doubtless I’ll be cowering under my doona in little time.
But the good doctor has kindly promised to take me to see the babies in the nursery and to put me in touch with the folks who will let me volunteer to rock them to sleep. I still have very fond memories of going to the NICU and staying in a quiet room holding one little child after another.
Oh, I should probably sit down after my movie marathon and get around to fixing withever, lest Jay lose patience with me. But it’s heavenly having a short work week and the loveliness of Valentine’s Day behind us now.