Man, oh man, that was a long weekend. Pretty much every weekend I take care of the kids, which is fair because LW has them most of the week (even though she's working part time). She gets time to herself, or actually time to do chores she's been meaning to do all week. I get to hang out with AW who can be pretty fun and EW who can be pretty easy. Last week, though, was just a disaster for me, with all the work on a single project and all the tension that I took home; most of my spare at-home time was spent fretting on that project I was trying to get taken care of. I didn't get much of a break last week and so this weekend I was pretty tired and in no real mood to handle the kids. I did, of course, and I did it well enough I think, but LW kept asking me what was wrong (I couldn't bring myself to tell her...) and really I didn't feel the weekend was very relaxing at all.
I got up at 5.00 am, which I plan to do from now on, whether I run or not. I did run, 15 minutes, and the air was brisk, cool and a waning moon was at the top of the sky. I had a good run. I had a good breakfast, too, and a good shower and a good bus ride. Before I left I hugged AW good bye--he still seemed sick with the sniffles and a little groggy. EW came down with a bad case of congestion overnight, and LW seemed a little tired. I had a headache most of the morning, and I have a sore throat now...
Most of the morning I worked on a couple of things that needed cleaning up after last week, and I got them done by 1.30, shipping off spreadsheets where they had to go. Lunch was a bowl of ratatouille and some yogurt. I took a walk down the path and down State street. Its a cool day and the bright clear cool air made State street seem muffled and somewhat empty, like people were starting to move out. A pleasant feeling. I looked in Avols and UBS for copies of Gunter Grass...I want to start reading him after I finish Trollope, which should be soon. I read Local Anesthetic three or four times when I was in college, and I also read the Tin Drum. I never followed up on it. I have no idea why I want to read Grass...the idea came to me over the weekend. Maybe its an excuse to put off reading Walt Whitman.
I eat a lot of peanut butter crackers at work. I did this a lot last week--it was a tension-reducer, something to do with my hands when I was nervous. I had a few this noon with the stew.The taste lingers in the mouth. I'm afraid I might associate peanut butter and crackers with this rather stressful period, which might put me off the stuff for a long time.