It seems like most of my non-work time outside of the leisure of sitting in front of Netflix is spent on preparation activities that are captured on the OTHER blog about the kiddo and I have little to say here. I guess some things are bound to bleed over, so I should simply allow it.
Signs of life have sprung up at the house that was up for sale across the street and up one - so I'm assuming they closed and it's a matter of time until I see a moving truck. I'm officially no longer the newbie in the visible houses around me. That sure didn't take long.
I also noticed that tickets still remain for a Die Antwoord concern next Wednesday at Stage AE. If I'm still feeling well I am soooo incredibly tempted. I think it would be a heck of a good time, but I hate the thought of going alone. While my Favorite Egg also enjoys their music he seems to have no interest in live shows. I'm just wanting one last hurrah before I am trapped at the house, is that wrong?