Weekends

I am just back from Curves where I was able to lift one of my legs into one of their pieces of equipment. This is progress because I haven't been able to lift either of my legs into this thing before. Granted it's my right leg which is stronger by far but still...

I wanted to write about weekends because I find it so odd that even though Kent & I have been unemployed for nearly 3 years we still treat our time differently M through F than we do on weekends. And a couple of times we've gone to Whole Foods on weekends when it's awfully crowded and wondered what the hell we're doing there. We could go any day of the week. We went to the movies Saturday. Why? We sit at our computers or do whatever we do Monday through Friday. Granted I can't go to the doctor on weekends or go to Curves (they are open Saturday morning but that's the only part of the weekend). Kent can't talk to people about jobs (but I don't think he's doing too much of that right now anyway). So we're going to see Harry & Marianne on Friday this week. What a novel idea!

Ok, rap, my friend. I am always planning, wanting to know what I'm going to write. I just figure that if I don't know, why bother. But you've given me something to think about. Maybe tomorrow's will be free-floating, stream of consciousness. Oh, brother, and Peanut says I'm not allowed to apologize for anything. This could get interesting (or really, really boring)!