Hmm? Do I work?
9:32 p.m. Sunday. My daughter is showered, blow-dried, and put to bed. Laundry is folded and put away. A video tape sits on my passenger seat, waiting for my first-period class tomorrow. Lesson plans are written in my book. Apparently, I'm working tomorrow.
What a fantastic way to spend three weeks, though. The swirl of Christmas activity, the putting away of Christmas things. Visits and shopping and reading and movies. By this time tomorrow, I'll be back in labor mode, where I'll stay for another five months.
Am I the only one who thinks "Peter Pan" is plain weird? The new movie is simply beautiful, but the story just freaks me out. Lost children, violent adults. The whole thing gives me the heebies. But my daughter and her girlfriend liked it, no doubt overlooking the freakish, psychological undercurrent.
9:40:54 PM 
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