I've been taking advantage of not needing to keep the house pristine every day (I'll have plenty of that soon enough again). I'm not bragging about it, that's a bad thing, but it's a fact. I did at least vacuum before bed last night.
While my Favorite Egg is off enjoying one of the big home remodeling supplies auctions I am here for the weekend so I can attend a couple of parties that I was invited to. First up is a graduation party, and then a 90th birthday party for my remaining uncle on my father's side. Because everything happens all at once I am not going to make it to the work picnic today, which I've had mixed feelings about in recent years, it just isn't the same w/o friends there. Yes, yes I still have friends there, but they have kids.
It seems like the kid thing has been a big focus lately (one I could do with less of). I was worried on Thursday night, when I headed out to attend a "bachelorette party" for Beff and the start of (and many loops back to) the discussions were all about kids, but eventually the conversation became something I could participate in.