7-Apr-2005

Oh the things I should be doing with my solitary hours.  The babe
is asleep and my darling is bowling.  There are mounds and piles
of laundry scattered from the wash closet to the end of the hall…half
piled in baskets, wrinkly, waiting to be folded.  There is the
childrens foundation letter to be edited, there are dishes to be swiped
and loaded…the kitchen table is littered with calculator tape and
three months of bank records–70 renagade dollars hiding somewhere
among them.  There’s the tinkle stain my bare bottomed baby left
me on my recliner that needs to be scrubbed, rinsed and
vaccumend.  There are books on Tuscany and Eurorailing to be
read.  But here I sit.  I should go.