Don't want the long weekend to end. I keep watching the weather to see if there would be ANY possibility of our local schools to close. No such luck. Gustav wore off long before he got here.
I'm sitting on the couch between Quinn and Heath Hillman watching a Bob Dylan movie that I have zero interest in. Perhaps I would be more interested in it if I were not sleepy. Eric Bartz would like it. He likes Bob Dylan. Me? Not so much.
Rachel (the daughter I never gave birth to) is here (she's our charity hurricane Gustav evacuee) is lying on the floor and watching Bob Dylan. She looks interested. I'm not.
I need to iron before I go to bed.
I keep thinking that I should run in the morning. But what if it's raining? I don't want to run if it's raining. But I have a girl who meets me to run on Tuesday mornings to run. Maybe we won't meet if there's a hurricane circling. I should call her. I don't have her phone number. I need to run. I've eaten poorly this weekend and feel gross.
I watched the BBC Jane Eyre today with a friend (Diane) and Rachel. I think it's my fourth or fifth time I've watched it since we got back from Birmingham two weeks ago. I think the obsession is wearing off. Maybe it's got one more good watch in. I watched Becoming Jane last night with Rach (the men-Heath and Quinn-immediately fell asleep after about 10 minutes). I liked it. Enough to watch it again. Mr. Tumnus played the main character love interest. I like Mr. Tumnus-minus goat legs.
I enjoyed this weekend so much. Shaun and Virge met us at Grandma's where we visited family and goo-gooed all over my new baby niece, Macey McKay, and eight month old Sabriel. We then drove back to Jackson via the Natchez Trace and spent a lovely rest of the weekend chilling. I'm sad it's done.
Man, this movie is weird.