This week is a perfect storm of potential (yet thus far averted) catastrophe. [Hold while I go knock on some wood.] Three things:
1. We’ve got a BIG meeting tomorrow and much of the past two weeks has been spent doing nothing but preparing for this.
2. Dave’s away at a conference for the latter part of the week.
3. The Pope is in town.
My blood pressure is high and my milk supply is low. Amazingly, all of my stress about traffic complications due to the Pope’s visit have not come to pass. I’ve spent a good bit of this week trying hard not to be mad at the Pope, because that wouldn’t be very nice. I’m not a Catholic, but respect the significance of the visit. Looks like there’s a bit of divine intervention there. Thanks, Pope! P.S. Love the cute red shoes you’re sporting.
The Critter’s day care is going to a local farm tomorrow to visit some animals and enjoy what should be a *gorgeous* day. I really wish I could be there! The next trip is probably going to be Chucky Cheese – not the same thing. I *am* taking him to the Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival next weekend, though! Whoo!
I still need to write up the Memphis trip – it was terrific! The Critter enjoyed his first trip to the Graceland gates!