Hibernating

Man I’m lovin’ these nice blank days you get after New Year’s. I got so relaxed yesterday I went to sip my coffee and poured it right onto my clean white shirt. Didn’t care either. Just wore it all day and told people it was the map of Chile. (Right there: that’s the beauty of not being a kid. You’re finally free of the What Will They Think of Me’s. Nowadays I even wear a fanny-pack when it suits me and what do I care if my favorite shirt is a hand-me-down from one of my daughters? And she got it in the early ‘90s? From a junk shop called Dollar a Pound? It’s comfortable - as soft as a sweater made of baby kittens.)I got some gorgeous loungewear for Christmas but I haven’t taken it out of the plastic yet. Sunday and most of yesterday  I wore my Abominable Bathrobe all day, a fuzzy oversized thing really made for a man. Because how many hours of the  day and night do I go around tightening my core and sucking in my gut? It’s all they talk about at the Y, which I go to six days a week or anyway two.What fun for once to bum around all day in PJs!  I hadn’t done that since the time I drew some measles on my chest to dodge the big math test my second year of high school. Normally I’m all dashing about, setting the world on fire, etc. while Tightening The Muscles of My Pelvic Floor. These last two days though? Nuh-uh. Maybe I just have a temperature in which case great. Mothers never get sick; I haven’t thrown up since the early 80s. What fun if it really IS the measles this time and I get to lounge some more with my dear dog Spot!

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(Or wait, maybe that's mu husband David. He knows how to have fun himself)