Killing time

I’ve spent too much time this morning watching the news, flipping from Gustav to Political Coverage.  Both are making my stomach queerly anxious.  So I’ve promised myself I’ll stay away from the tv for the rest of the day.  And avoid both subjects on the web.

Hubby just came into the library to tell me he’s thinking about a final trip to “the homeland”, aka Shea Stadium.  And in 30 whirlwind minutes he had me finding flight info and picking a date.  He doesn’t quite “get” that I don’t think I should go with him; the whole having kids who need to get to school and such while we’d be off playing in NYC totally doesn’t bother him, since his first instinct is to ask his mom to take care of them for us.  I told him that I think he should ask his dad if *he* would like to go with hubby, and I’ll stay home with the kids.  So we’ll see how this all goes down, but I’m pretty sure that in mid-Sept, he’s going to be cheering the Mets at a home game for one last time in the original Shea.

Enough killing of time for the morning.  Laundry waits for no woman without growing exponentially. 

Still reading Eve Kenin’s “Driven”.  Feel asleep reading last night (too much wine after dinner), and haven’t had time to get into it today.