I wasn’t really planning on posting today, and really, I don’t count this as one anyway, this is just intermission brain fluff in-between my usual blog entries. Today, I felt like I needed a break from thinking out loud and started on my journey of blog walking through my ‘usuals’. These usuals, who, since I moved from MSN Spaces who-cares-how-many-weeks-ago-anymore have went from about five to now thirty-four. Sometimes making it through all of them in one sitting (thanks to bloglines) is still damn (it’s not a sweary word in Scotland) hard.
Aside from the nineteen loads of laundry (not an exaggeration, I either wash everything in sight or ignore the wash baskets for three weeks) in the past three days and planning things out in my mind, I feel like my body has been working hard to fend off the Flu. I am still OK, but last night was a bit if-y. Not to worry, I have Tamiflu on-hand if it should rear its ugly head. Early afternoon right after putting Cameron down for a nap, I admitted to myself that I am exhausted and took a nap too, leaving Ian to fend for himself armed with the remote control for two hours (he did great).
Anyway, I had a point.
I have a cunning plan–an idea, if you will. All I am willing to divulge is to make sure you get yourself over here on Friday. I definitely have something up my sleeve.