The 21st post.
It's day 21. Henry and I spent part of the morning coming up with our Thanksgiving grocery list. We're heading to the store when Holly gets up from her nap. About fifteen minutes ago I realized why I was having such a relaxing Sunday. I forgot to do the laundry, like I normally do. Apparently I'm already in holiday mode.
Henry has two days of school this week. As if life couldn't get any better, his grandparents are arriving Tuesday evening, which will be the perfect way to start his vacation.
Meanwhile, I'm tuckered and dying to finish the third installment of the Millennium trilogy so I think I'll adjourn to my bedroom and spend the next hour or so reading instead of napping, all of which will surely be followed by minor regret for not having had the discipline to catch a little shuteye after all.