Winslow Junker

Ever notice how a few days freed from normal routine sends our internal planners into manic mode?

I took Meredith to the airport this morning. She's off to the Bay Area to visit our oldest daughter and meet our future son-in-law. On the way home I started thinking of all the exciting, busy things awaiting me. Three full days on my own -- the reading, the writing, the inevitable projects . . . continuing Flash lessons, refreshing (perennially) my Chinese, giving some long-delayed attention to the piano, attacking the stacks of acting books and plays that represent this year's revival of interest in theatre . . . rearranging my office, hanging out with my father over crosswords (that's him, there), making soup for next week . . . not to mention the usual filing and bills and housework and such.

As I write I've been home 20 minutes. I reheated this morning's coffee and sat down to look at my e-mail. There's a cat dozing on my lap. The sun streams in on us. E-mail is done and I feel perhaps a game of Freecell coming on . . . or a little snooze . . .