Sometime before 9:00 am: Mom wakes me up and tells me they are leaving. I cannot fathom how she managed to get up so early and sound completely awake. I briefly wonder how Joe’s holding up. I fall back asleep before Mom reaches the stairs on the other side of the room.
9:00 am: Wake up. Still feeling worn out from the Sing-Off taping, but I’m starting to get one of those you’ve-been-in-bed-too-long headaches. Andrew starts school on the 21st, and I start on the 26th, so I really need to start waking up earlier. Maybe tomorrow.
9:15 am: Start typing up a blog post about the taping. I have every opening number from last season, as well as compilations of my favorite groups from the last two seasons, saved on a playlist on You Tube.
Stuff like this:
(Be careful, the volume is a little low)
(The song starts at about 1:34)
I pull them up in another tab for fact-checking purposes.
11:00 am: Stop watching You Tube videos and take Andrew to register for his freshman year of high school. He seems so big and grown-up until he’s around other high school kids; then he seems like my little Nanu again.
1:00 pm: Return home and finish my blog post. Ever since I hit that bad spot in June I haven’t been writing much at all. I feel so out of practice. I proofread three times as often as usual and hope I’m making sense.
3:00 pm: Contemplate dinner. I still need to hit the market for some odds and ends. My recipe for lemon sage roasted chicken calls for fresh sage leaves. I think I should buy a whole sage plant because 1) a whole plant is the same price as a super market sprig, 2) I use sage all the time, and 3) I want an herb garden, and sage needs to be there.
4:00 pm: Get an email that Daddy commented on my Sing-Off blog post, saying he’d go with me to another taping. I decide that needs to happen. I go to the website and try to snag a couple tickets for us. Five Sing-Off tapings pop up, but they’re all currently waitlisted. I put us on the waitlist for all five.
6:00 pm: Realize I haven’t gone to the store yet, or actually made a decision about dinner. So I decide: I’m not cooking. It’s too hot. There is plenty for each of us to scrounge a meal out of, bachelor-style.
6:30 pm: Plop down with a microwave pizza and catch up on the shows I missed last night: Who Do You Think You Are, So You Think You Can Dance, and Face-Off.
Sometime after midnight: Turn off the lights over Shelly’s fish and turtle tanks. Wake up Shelly’s cat, Sahara, and ask if she’s hungry. She lifts her head but doesn’t answer, and she’s not sitting at her food dish, so I take that as a no. She puts her head back down and wriggles into sleep.
Sometime after that: Go to bed.
Sometime after that even: Andrew goes to bed. We should change his schedule, too.