Saturday is best done in pictures, so here goes:
After lunch, I was in a carb coma and lay unmoving on the bed for a while. When I came to, I dictated a children’s book I’ve been thinking about into Abe’s phone. I’m so excited about it! The main character is a dog who lives in my old Chicago neighborhood, and her owner is a lovely Muslim lady named Fatima (I think). I just want to make a small contribution to the misunderstanding going on the world at present, and so I thought that helping to normalize the “other”–even in a simple way–might help.
After we recovered from our comas, I played a little piano concert for my beloved mom and grandma over the phone (Skype wasn’t working), and then Abe and I took the girls on a run around the canyon. His only goal for the day was to do the run, and by the time I got my act together, we were staring down the prospect of running in the dark. Thankfully, that motivated us to move fast [a totally relative, nay–hyperbolic– term] enough to make it home before it was pitch black out.
After dinner, I abandoned Abe and went on the grocery shopping rounds I neglected to make this morning. While I was gone, he bathed the girls and put them to bed.
After I came home, I cleaned our dee-sgusting kitchen and started making Mary’s birthday cake for her celebration at the Miners’ (Suzanne’s parents’) house tomorrow. Abe helped pick up the house, and I think he is currently passed out on the bed right now. Let me end this now and get my stinky self in the shower so that I can go to bed soon.