Sunday, November 30, 2003

I’m going out tonight - to the Michael W. Smith Christmas concert. I’m exhausted from a busy, family-intense weekend. The vomiting dog doesn’t help.

See, last month my mother asked me if I wanted to go with them to the concert. “Sure,” I said, not realizing the significance of November 30 at that time. If I had looked at my calendar closely, I might have said no. Really, I like to think I would have said no. I’m pretty sure I would have said yes.

Anyway, I am looking forward to the concert. I just see a pile of laundry (the clothes were back-burnered by the bed linens), an unmade bed (the blanket is in the washer, soon to be moved to the dryer) that will have to be made when I get home, and have the nagging feeling that my dog may have a little regurgative powers left in her tonight. And then there’s work tomorrow.

Add to it, the knowledge that my gift of helps led me to offer to pick up LW and her family at the airport tomorrow night (at midnight) when they return from Texas. Really, I’m an idiot.

But this idiot is heading out to have a good time at a Christmas concert. More tomorrow!

(Cold Case and Alias will be taped.)