I miss being alone.
What happened this week?
I am buying book after book for my kid, because they take him completely out of commission, like darting and elephant, but in a virtuous, skill-building kind of way. Also I enjoy seeing him enjoy books, so I keep wanting to give them to him, book after book after book, though I know I need to ration them. I've tried reading all day as a lifestyle choice; it makes you weird.
I gave up on our parks tour this weekend; it rained Saturday and on Sunday it just felt like a chore, so we walked to the neighborhood park instead and Margaret attempted to kick the ball and William kicked the ball; and then we got hot and walked back. Sometimes you just need to do what you haven't recently done.
We had Mellow Mushroom pizza, which reminded us of the Mellow Mushroom pizza we usually only have on vacation.
I read a fantasy novel for book club; it reminded me that fantasy used to be all I read. It's odd how thoroughly I went off it- most of my childhood interests are still active in one way or another, but that one, which was fairly consuming, seems to have simply died. Then again, I am not longer into dinosaurs, either.
I am boring even myself with this catalog.