This is the first weekend of Drew's $#!@ Sunday-Thursday shift at the Seattle Times. I urged him to stay up there from Thursday-Monday because he is a) sick with a bad cold and I didn't want him infecting us, b) sick with a bad cold so he needs to be somewhere so he can rest, away from Rachel's exuberance and my preoccupation with all the other things I need to get done in my life and c) sick with a bad cold so he couldn't enjoy all of the outings I've planned for The Little Girl and me.
Tomorrow morning I'll take her to dance class and swim class, then to the winter market (if it's nice) to buy lunch, or home (if it's crummy outside) to eat, and then...a wonderful treat, I hope...we're going to a special, one-hour family matinee of Giselle put on by the Oregon Ballet Theatre! Yay! I can't WAIT for her to experience real live dancing. Then home for nap and out to a restaurant for dinner; maybe Kenny & Zuke's -- our favorite deli outside of New York -- and then Sunday we'll go to the Purim carnival at synagogue, grocery shopping, and dinner here with my friend Sarah, her 5-year-old son Noah, and Sarah's boyfriend Michael. Trying to make the best of these long weekends, and we're off to a very good start.
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