Quiet Sunday

I never left the house today, unless I want to count the three times I stepped out the back door to take garbage out. Otherwise, I did some laundry and stuff like that. I worked out for about twenty minutes, but had I realized that I was going to be alone for a couple of hours -- the Hubs out walking, the girls out shopping -- I would have planned differently and worked out for longer, and maybe fit in a CVS run as well, since they have Tide on sale and I'm running low. But it was a very nice day.

Once the girls got back, we watched the concert in Washington, which we all had snarky comments on, but in general, it was nice to see that going on. I was particularly moved by Pete Seeger at the end; I've long thought that "This Land is Your Land" would make a much better national anthem than "The Star Spangled Banner." But that's just me.

I'm wondering if I'm enjoying this inauguration so much because it coincides with me pulling out of a depression, or if the inauguration is part of what's helping me along. There is so much hope in the air, so much a sense of what I believe in not being politically incorrect anymore. Plus, don't you just want to pinch the cheeks on that little girl, Sasha? That one looks like she's just waiting for the chance to be an imp in the White House. I love a kid who looks like the spirit is burning behind her eyes, even at 7.

So tomorrow, a half-day, but really longer than half, and then a couple of hours of workshops which I have no plans to attend. One of them is on Internet safety, and since I wrote the original school district policy on it, I think making me go is just disrespectful. I'll stay through the lunch period and then tell them I have to leave.

Nothing else is new. Looks like a heatwave coming up for the rest of the week, temps in the thirties and high twenties. 22 seemed balmy this morning, considering that yesterday we woke up to 2.


WATCHING FRIENDS :: ENTRY #1967
READING: Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norell by Susanna Clarke