I must be forgetting what I need to get done (and I keep lists all over the place about all sorts of things) because I felt somewhat relaxed this past weekend. Strange. Unheard of. I got in my nine-mile run, had some fun with my 20-month old son Iz without watching the clock, read some New York Times, and finished an editing job. And the house does not look a wreck.
(The house being wreck-free is probably because Abraham, my husband, was home on Friday – he’s a teacher and had a snow day – and went into a cleaning frenzy. I appreciate his actions, but when he cleans up he makes me nervous: What will he throw out? Where will he put that all important doo-dad that I need? Will he remember where he put it when I pitch a fit because I can’t find it? Okay, okay, I know I am lucky that he does it at all.)
Now that I think about it, I have a million digital photos to organize and clear off of my computer. I plan to copy them on to CDs, but I am too nervous to delete them from my hard drive. But I must! (Are digital photos a curse?)
And I have some laundry to do. Ah, laundry.
Total topic change: The Cherry Blossom 10-Miler online registration started this morning: http://www.cherryblossom.org/. I’m in for 2006. I think it will be my fourth time running.