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miladygreyThis weekend! The school play on Saturday, which Yeats and I are obligated to attend. Then a book fair in Kensington on Sunday, which I am obligated to attend as Support Spouse.
Next Monday! I get to take Hector to the vet on Monday evening, because Aveline has gently insinuated that I don't need to miss any more work unless I am sick until, let's say, June. It's not because he's sick, but because the vet noticed that he hadn't been in over a year, and is refusing to let us purchase any more of the fancy kitty health food he and Westley eat until he comes in for a checkup.
Next weekend! Yeats chaperones prom and will not be home until late Friday night. Twin cousins are having their First Communion in Baltimore on Saturday, and we have to at least attend the party if not the actual church ceremony. Maybe we can do something we actually want to do on Sunday. Maybe go see Endgame, although I really don't know if that's going to count as "fun".
The weekend after that! I don't know, but probably some fucking thing.
I know that part of this is because I am PMSing fiercely in anticipation of the actual M'ing, but I am so tired, and I don't want to go be sociable, or put on my Shiny Customer Service Smile while Yeats sells books and chats with his publisher, or listen to all the cousins talk about parenting stuff and Catholicism while I sit there silently. I would honestly rather stay home and do laundry. I would rather stay home and do laundry right now.
Reading Log: The Last Voyage of Poe Blythe by Ally Condie; Defy the Fates by Claudia Gray; Kid Gloves by Lucy Knisley; Isle of Blood and Stone by Makiia Lucier; Dagger and Coin by Kathy MacMillan; Under the Pendulum Sun by Jeannette Ng; The Lady from the Black Lagoon by Mallory O'Meara; Save Me the Plums by Ruth Reichl; Phoebe and her Unicorn by Dana Simpson
Next Monday! I get to take Hector to the vet on Monday evening, because Aveline has gently insinuated that I don't need to miss any more work unless I am sick until, let's say, June. It's not because he's sick, but because the vet noticed that he hadn't been in over a year, and is refusing to let us purchase any more of the fancy kitty health food he and Westley eat until he comes in for a checkup.
Next weekend! Yeats chaperones prom and will not be home until late Friday night. Twin cousins are having their First Communion in Baltimore on Saturday, and we have to at least attend the party if not the actual church ceremony. Maybe we can do something we actually want to do on Sunday. Maybe go see Endgame, although I really don't know if that's going to count as "fun".
The weekend after that! I don't know, but probably some fucking thing.
I know that part of this is because I am PMSing fiercely in anticipation of the actual M'ing, but I am so tired, and I don't want to go be sociable, or put on my Shiny Customer Service Smile while Yeats sells books and chats with his publisher, or listen to all the cousins talk about parenting stuff and Catholicism while I sit there silently. I would honestly rather stay home and do laundry. I would rather stay home and do laundry right now.
Reading Log: The Last Voyage of Poe Blythe by Ally Condie; Defy the Fates by Claudia Gray; Kid Gloves by Lucy Knisley; Isle of Blood and Stone by Makiia Lucier; Dagger and Coin by Kathy MacMillan; Under the Pendulum Sun by Jeannette Ng; The Lady from the Black Lagoon by Mallory O'Meara; Save Me the Plums by Ruth Reichl; Phoebe and her Unicorn by Dana Simpson
