Aww. Is it time to go home already?

Well, no, it's not, but I've other things to get done this afternoon, and stuff to do tonight, and stuff to do tomorrow, and stuff to do tomorrow night, and stuff to do the day after tomorrow, and stuff to do the night after tomorrow.

What might it all be?

It might be a leisurely cruise through the canals of Venice.
It might be when I finally do a shake-down flight in the P-47N I have lovingly restored in my hangar.
It might be my one-man show at MOMA.

It might be me cutting the grass, unpacking the rest of the stuff from vacation (we still haven't finished because we've had Vacation Bible School every night this week, so we come home, throw a sandwich up in the air, run under it and catch it in our mouths, then pack up and head to the building for two hours, come home and collapse in bed), getting the kids back out to Camp Coleman for the rest of their equine exploitation lessons, figuring out how to keep the feral cat that has taken over our yard from sleeping on top of my car, taking Franklin the F-100 and going and getting a load of rocks to put in the yard and give me something else to try to mow around and keep free of pernicious weeds, washing the hair atop squirming children, hitting myself with something by accident (the newest was last Saturday when we got home--I heard a funny noise in the A/C return vent in the ceiling outside our bedroom, which was caused by the filthy filter getting nearly sucked into the duct. I dropped the vent grille, took out the filter, then went back to close the vent and sliced open my forehead on the razor sharp corner of the grille when I stood up on the chair. Ouch. I look like I've been through Prussian military school.), and generally repeating every weekend story you will read on this site.

It might be fun.

We'll see, I suppose. See you Monday.
posted by Terry at 3:26:00 PM