It was a very quiet weekend here in my little Home Sweet Apartment. I did a whole lot of nuthin'.
Oh, there were the usual domestic chores that keep one's living space from turning into pig sty. There were dishes to be washed and floors to be swept and dust to be removed from furniture surfaces. But between bouts of domesticity there were mystery novels to be read and movies to be watched and most importantly, naps to be taken.
Youngest Son called and wanted to know what I was doing. I replied that I was pretty much just being a turnip. He said he wished he could just be a turnip for a day. He was busy doing those chores that most folks with jobs do on weekends. And he was driving his offspring to dance competitions and hockey games. Makes me appreciate retirement even more.
So I am off to do a couple loads of laundry. And maybe bake a pan of brownies. In a world that has gone completely mad, sometimes a pan of brownies is all that stands between us and total insanity.