It's 7:00pm and I'm ready for bed. I almost fell asleep on the sofa, Sunday laundry still not folded. (Doesn't matter. It's Spring Break!)
At 7:20pm I'm in my pajamas, in case I fall asleep on the sofa, Sunday laundry still in baskets. (Doesn't matter. It's Spring Break!)
Grandma Kathie has arrived. She and Will are halfway through their Madagascar marathon, a longstanding tradition. Between them they can voice all of the characters. The rest of us are reading, writing, or listening to music in other parts of the house. We're giving them their special time together. Their ritual celebration of togetherness.
Tomorrow we head out to see Grandma K's old DC haunts, and to show her what's new since her last visit. The Wharf, for one. The caged-in Capitol, if she's interested. (I'm really not.) Maybe we'll go see the cherry blossoms in front of Nationals Park and try the trail along the Anacostia.
Tomorrow is full of possibility. But this evening I think I will go fall asleep on the sofa, in my pajamas. Or maybe fold the laundry.