The Boy stopped in the park on the way home to play with a rocket launcher some neighbors were sharing. "Meet me at home in 10 minutes," I shouted.
When we got home, the Boy said, "Mom, I think I should have one a hour a day all to myself, when I can do anything I want. That means 7 each week for me, and 161 for you. I figured out the math for you, too."
I think this is a great idea. I am going to have 7 hours each week for me, too! At least one of them will be with Claudia in the yoga studio.
Will I ever have 7 for reading? Pleasure reading? Doubtful. How many hours do I actually have left, I wonder? Better put a 0 down for pleasure reading now and come back to that later.
And let's not forget 40 for the Man, and I don't mean Jakus. Oh, and 56 for sleepy time.
Jon Stewart gets 3.5, Charlie Rose is sharing his 5 with Keith Olberman and the SVU team.
I better call the Boy to figure out how many hours I have left.
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Big Dots and Little Dots surfaced during a week-long hiking trip in Utah. While scrambling up the sandstone to find another beautiful hieroglyph, life was broken down into a Big Dot or a Little Dot. (Think of an outline of the story of your life.) This is about the big things, but mostly the little. These inconsequentials bring texture to our lives.
