Or so I thought.
This morning, I broke out of the house for the first time in 2005 and hit Stop & Shop. Oh, boy! After I got home and put the groceries away, the phone rang. It was N, an old friend from Flushing I haven't spoken to in two years. I talked to her for an hour and filled her in on Mom and Sibling One's new baby.
I hung up and fell asleep on the couch for three hours.
I guess it will take me a few days to recuperate fully. I hope to be better this weekend because I really want to see that little baby. As it is now, I call Mom and ask her to tell me what he's wearing. Yesterday, she said he had on one of those nightshirts with the drawstring at the bottom.
I can picture it! Child One was a bald baby, and when she wore nightshirts, Peter's friends commented that she was the spitting image of Uncle Fester.
B's daughter was in a car accident on Friday night. She and three other friends were in a car driven by some hoople who was playing games, speeding and deliberately zig-zagging on a slippery road. B's daughter has a 5 cm gash in her pretty face that will require extensive plastic surgery. Hoople's mother called B's wife to say that they should all look at the accident as a 'life lesson.'
B and his wife will be hiring an attorney.
On the way home from Stop & Shop, I was doing 30 on a 25 mph road, and still I had this monstrous SUV on my tail with a front grill designed to intimidate. You have to wonder what kind of loser buys a vehicle with a grill like that.
Anyway, when the road split into two lanes, he nailed the gas and raged past me. I imagine it made him feel better about himself.