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It's quiet...too quiet...
It's so very, very odd to be in the house alone of a weekend morning. I hardly know what to do with myself. (Well, except for that.) Confusion enhanced by a cellphone call at 8:15, which I didn't make it downstairs in time to answer, from a number I don't know that when phoned back bounced straight to a garbled voicemail box belonging to a voice I don't recognize.
My sister et al. are actually at her mother-in-law's in Ridgewood today, for some Easter thingy, and she was encouraging me to stop by, but I've got a bunch of things that want doing and I will be seeing them next weekend anyways, so I'm probably going to punt it.
Right. Cup of tea, bite of breakfast, and creation of to-do list, accompanied by loud music.
My sister et al. are actually at her mother-in-law's in Ridgewood today, for some Easter thingy, and she was encouraging me to stop by, but I've got a bunch of things that want doing and I will be seeing them next weekend anyways, so I'm probably going to punt it.
Right. Cup of tea, bite of breakfast, and creation of to-do list, accompanied by loud music.