This feels normal. Up a little bit early on a Saturday, gonna get into the pool soon.

We toddled over to Cecil's for dinner. Ain't nothin' better than some matzoh ball soup and a turkey sammich on Russian rye. Then we had the brilliant idea of buying some bread and bagels there.. except it was 8pm and they were out for the day. So I will head back over there after splashing and get some. Because they are JUST THAT GOOD, as to warrant a trip back across town the next day.

I found out this morning that my friend Psychic Tiff had a stroke yesterday. Yikes. Please send her prayers/light/healing/whatever your favorite thing to do is. She's a dear, dear person.

So for the rest of the day: splashing, bagels, laundry, tidy up this shack, run man-type errands with dad (well, that's for ragazz' to do)... Just regular Saturday stuff. I wish we were getting a long weekend like our schools are (for MLK day). But I'm not going to think about Monday just yet. I'm living here in the moment..