it's nearly 1 am. susan and sandy and i just finished a round of shithead. susan and i talked about our thoughts on the war--just long enough for us to get tired and nearly fall asleep--and now i am listening to the innocence mission.
bedrooms are safe with a candle in the corner and hopeful music. bed turned town (because i never made it this morning, like most mornings). familiar like rest.
where are we going tomorrow? where are we going?
i think i may just go to san francisco with kristina next week.
oh it's valentine's day now, isn't it?
i should call vicky.
My four-year-old niece Gracie always asks, "what are we doing next?" I usually answer with whatever we are doing at the moment: driving down the freeway, eating lunch, playing with the hamsters.
Happy Valentine's Day!
Annie, You remind me of when I was a newlywed 26 years ago. Every Saturday morning, I would awaken early and chirp to my sleepyhead husband, "What are we going to do today?" So excited for a day off work, a day with no agenda, an empty canvas of a day. With much of my child raising responsibilities behind me, I've resumed some of my former chirping! (He thinks I'm goofy.)
"Happy Valentines Day to you too," she says in a stupor of early slumber. Love you bunny.