Spinning Infinity

Taking advantage of the prednisone punch, I've been multi-tasking like a maniac. The weekend was great. Marty came home late Friday and we were car shopping by 10:30 Saturday morning. We never found the dealer (because in my rush, I failed to notice the correct address), but we did stop at Allie's Donuts for two glazed crullers. I let Marty have half of one, but no more. I still have a bite left.

After lunch, we looked up the correct address for the dealer and set off to shop for a new car. We've decided on the Subaru Outback. We've had two Subarus in the past and loved them, so this was an easy decision. We're not buying this minute, but it's one less thing to think about. 2002 Mini Cooper and Mazda MPV are for sale.

By 6 pm I was on the couch and unable to think about the shrimp scampi we were having for dinner. Marty to the rescue! I talked him through it and a half hour later we had a delicious meal, sadly no wine for me. Marty put me to bed at 9:30.

Sunday started early, and I made Marty go out for fresh bagels before he wanted to. I was stahved, and I'd already snacked on the cruller and some fruit. After breakfast, we made a birthday card on the computer for our son Mark. After lunch we went out back and picked up storm debris. The fresh air was good, as was the exercise. Marty made felafel for dinner, which we ate early. Marty left at 6pm to drive to NYC and Harry went to a Superbowl party. Left to my own devices, I watched the game until the middle of the 4th quarter, going to bed before the most exciting part. I must admit I was checking craigslist for apartments after The Who rocked the stadium. I thought I liked The Who, but I'm tired of those songs. They looked pretty good for geezers, and Townsend is a Guitar Hero, no doubt. Crashed at 9:30 pm.

Today, my real estate agent came over to price the house and go over details. I now have a list of things to do which will channel my energy in a positive direction. No more toddler spinning around in circles.

Time for lunch.