I'm back in the city. It is past 10:30. I will turn in soon.
I had to run a couple errands, buying some things at the Home Hardware for Mom's house. After that, I drove to Mom's nursing home and took her out for a belated birthday lunch. It was at a place called Callister's Country Kitchen. There has been a restaurant in that location for as long as I remember, and as you know, I can remember for many years back.
Mom and I enjoyed our meals. I drove her back to her nursing home and left her to sleep. When I got back to the house, inspired by her example, I took a nap as well. In fact, I slept most of the afternoon away. That means I was even later leaving the house and returning here than I meant to. It also means that I will be awake for a while yet.
My executive director sent an email out this morning, and I read it on my BlackBerry. I replied to his email, inquiring as to whether this was a work day. He wrote me back to assure me that I wasn't expected back to work until Tuesday. Phew!
Easter Monday is one of those days when some folks work, and others have a holiday. When I was a university student, we always had classes, or exams, on Easter Monday, depending on how late or early Easter fell that year. I have been lucky ever since, in that every job I have held has recognized Easter Monday as a day away from work. Some of my friends, like those at the phone company, have to work on Easter Monday. Sometimes I think about them on that day, before I turn over and go back to sleep.
Anyway, it is the end of an elongated weekend, and I have to return to work tomorrow. Newbie will have to get along without me. Knowing him, he will retire to his garret tomorrow and write poems and produce plays and sculpt images that strongly resemble me.
Which doesn't make sense.
I don't even have a garret.
See you tomorrow.