Monday, here,
mid-staycation. I’m home. The Mrs. is home. The older one and the younger one are all
home. The cat is here too. It’s crowded.
Everyone seems to need to use my chargers. My wife has plucked drained the juice off my Macbook
from here at my desk for her Macbook Air. There is a camel
train’s worth of iPhones lined up at the oasis of the charger snaking out from
my computer.
The staycation should be a good thing. Last year this time we were in Nicaragua,
considering the white cathedral of Leon. This
year we’d done the pilgrimage home for Christmas so airline miles and budgets
were all used up. And even the logical
trek to Shandong for the holiday was upended by the relatives all flying off
themselves to Hainan for an uncharacteristic vacation.
I’m usually up by 5:30AM.
These days I flop around till 8:00AM, with no school to get the kids up
for and no school gym open early to lure me out of bed. This “cation” aspect affects how I read the
news as well. I allow myself to search
longer and compare to other news outlets. And the news is all, very bad.
My kids are up by 10:00AM and they want breakfast and then
lunch in quick succession. I do the
dishes and begin to think about what I’m going to make for them for
dinner. I had imagined this time as a
period when I would get a tremendous amount done. But it’s clear that this isn’t going to be
the case.
Monday, 01/30/17
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