Lickety Split. }:->
We sailed through Chicago this time by getting shunted into an unmarked (or maybe it was marked but we were both watching the lady that was trying to drive into the side of us) express lane that ended up going around about 40 minutes worth of basically parked semis. Yay!! Gary seemed to have been blown off the map. Also yay!!! Indiana is by far the best leg of the drive once you get past Gary. We got home to Spring - leafed out trees, crazy forsythia, apple and cherry trees in full bloom, and in our own yard, a ton of flowers from that mass bulb planting.
The trip was awesome, but it's good to be home even if it does mean 654 loads of laundry. Trillian forgave us for leaving her as soon as I turned on a trickle of water from the tub faucet for her to kill. Enya still has her big bitchfest to go. It'll happen in another hour or so, but chicken will buy her silence. Emmett and Jet are too thrilled about having company to yell at us.
CD of choice lately has been Sting's The Soul Cages. You know how I get into a rut. But I think most will agree that there's nothing wrong with rutting. ;-) There are so many beautiful songs on this one that I just float on the music.
I have a lot of UFO*s in my head/notebooks/computer. I never used to do that - it was always one at a time, start to finish. So much for organisation. But John was helping me with my latest as we drove, so I have a bunch of that one fleshed out and I'm ready to create! I never used to be able to talk about what I was writing; the desire to write it would all evaporate once I leaked a concept. But it's working for me now. Huzzah!
*unfinished objects - a term from the sewing (and apparently also knitting) world. It has begun to apply to stories for me as well.
I got some bubble bath that really brings back memories. It's The Thymes: Fig leaf and cassis. It smells like something my uncle had with a fern in the bottle when I was a kid. Mmmm. I love that smell! Go smell some and then
Think of me
Think of me soaking
Soapy and relaxed
There in the bathtub
With the jets both maxxed. . .
Whoa, that almost seems to be heading down a slippery slope.
Like I always say, there's a POTO line (or song) for everything, and if there's not, it's easy to make one!! (sorry Frank! I'll try to keep it to a minimum, LOL!) Frank does not like POTO. Sacrilege, I know. ;-)
What are you listening to this weekend? I'll be floating with Sting some more and also listening to Sondheim, Sondheim and MORE Sondheim!!