Today I spent three hours manning (woman-ing?) the study hall at our Conservatory of the Arts--which I certainly can't complain about because not only are the kids solid gold, but I got to spend some one on one time with John Caleb working through his grammar. (Plug here: I wish we'd found Easy Grammar years ago. My choice, if I had the time, would be Shurley Grammar, but my second choice, especially for boys, is definitely Easy Grammar.) And I had plenty of time to work on my Thanksgiving grocery list, read some in each of the two novels I'm engrossed in, and do a couple of other fun "quiet" tasks.
Normally, then, I spend the afternoon working with the middle and high school students on their vocals for the musical. Today, though, I had to leave at lunch and go for my physical--something I have to be much more deliberate about now that I've officially been categorized as a diabetic and on at least two meds for that. It was completely routine, no surprises, but it's on the far side of town from where I already was. Then after receiving my pneumovax shot (anyone know if those tend to make people sick?) I headed for the commissary for the big Thanksgiving shopping. I had bought my turkeys (yes, plural) yesterday but still had a very long list of the "trimmings" to pick up. Sadly, the commissary lived up to its half-century reputation of having HORRIBLE produce, so that still has to be done somewhere else this weekend.
Then add the treat of driving home in rush hour traffic, and I got home ready to collapse! Thank goodness for lots of hands to put the load of groceries away and make me a sandwich! I'm now installed in my recliner for the evening, enjoying blogsurfing and catching up on the news.
(And I NEVER thought I'd be applauding for Steny Hoyer!)