We're actively leisuring up here in the North Shore. It's a comfortable rotation from bed to couch to alternate bed to table to couch in front of the fire and back to bed again. A few diversions are thrown in here and there, some that even require us to change our outfit, like a run down the beach or a walk to Dunkin' Donuts, but what most happily got thrown in to today's laundry was Baleen's pajama bottoms.
She's somewhere in Minnesota right now, confirming that Freedom isn't the next great American novel with her avian concerns, but still a great one while I've gone from Montana with Wood Duck's Christmas present to an Alaskan winter with Carole Morley Bruce's reward for top marks in the Fifth Form (I won't tell you the date), Call of the Wild, to west Arkansas for a little True Grit.
It's pleasurable leisure but what I really should be reading, and am saving to cram just before the test, is the 100 page instruction manual on our new camera and that other instruction manual, The Baby Whisperer, so we can sleep through the night come March. I've still got a few more months.
She's somewhere in Minnesota right now, confirming that Freedom isn't the next great American novel with her avian concerns, but still a great one while I've gone from Montana with Wood Duck's Christmas present to an Alaskan winter with Carole Morley Bruce's reward for top marks in the Fifth Form (I won't tell you the date), Call of the Wild, to west Arkansas for a little True Grit.
It's pleasurable leisure but what I really should be reading, and am saving to cram just before the test, is the 100 page instruction manual on our new camera and that other instruction manual, The Baby Whisperer, so we can sleep through the night come March. I've still got a few more months.
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