An at first unfocused blog that sharpens into the terrifying
realization that the blogger will be forced to sail.
In a boat.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Just got called, by my husband, a temptress, for sending him a text message. And he's right. If you're not too squeamish, here's what I said:
Let's ditch work and go canoeing.
Oh, it is so beautiful here today. Something like 16 C and sunny. You can smell spring. There are lines of trumpeter swans in the sky. But I'm trapped behind this computer and he's trapped in a bathroom renovation. Probably had to dig himself out from under the crawlspace to answer the ring.