I have no idea what to do with myself. Thank God for work, or else Jeremy would probably leave me. Right now my non-work time (or free time, as some might refer to it) basically consists of me asking Jeremy, "whatcha doin'?" or "hey, whatcha doin' now?" while he tries to read and work on his research. I have also found myself tap dancing through the living room, trying to walk as loudly as I can across the hardwood floor while not wearing shoes, and rearranging bedroom furniture. Just for fun I mowed the lawn and got an eye exam.
I've done a few constructive things since retiring from public policy school. The fridge has a lot more room in it since I cleaned out the fuzzy/runny/brown/mustard items. (I just nearly barfed. Even typing that word makes me ill.) The entire ninth season of Frasier just came out on DVD and you can let the DVD people know that every disk in the collection works really well. I checked out every episode to be sure. We've also been pretty good about regular workouts in case we decide to enter the marathon.
Rather than add on a back porch or second level to the rental house, I'm hoping to redirect the rest of my energy somewhere practical and useful. Finally free from the scourge of busy-ness (but not business?), I'm just not sure how to do this. Perhaps I'll immerse myself in "Spanish for Dummies" so I can expand my phrases from "please stay away from the doors" and "104.9" to something helpful like "I do not speak Spanish".
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