I woke up early, but didn’t get out or my pajamas and into the world until late morning. I ran a few quick errands, stopping by the dry cleaners, the post office, and the library. And then I spent the rest of the day hanging around the house, mostly just watering the garden beds and mowing the back lawn. I watered the tomatoes in the back, which haven’t gotten a lot of rain, along with everything else. A small bird misunderstood, but was quite happy with the bath I had apparently decided to provide it. With the new bird seed and suet cake I put up, it’s almost like a small bird spa back there. Beats the puddle I saw two pigeons bathing themselves in, the other day, in Manhattan.
I also spent a fair amount of time watching episodes of In Treatment. I’d seen some of it before, but I never made it through the first season for some reason. It can be pretty intense, especially for a show that’s often just two people in a room talking, a conversation between patient and therapist. (Even on my days off, I can’t escape from the world of psychotherapy.) It’s a really good show.
And that, such as it was, was my Saturday.
It is Saturday, right? I had to double-check a couple of times to make sure I hadn’t lost a day somewhere.
For a good part of yesterday, it was still Thursday in the House of Commons. So it’s a good idea to check from time to time.
I’d like to think that was the result of some kind of Canadian time travel gone awry, not just parliamentary filibuster procedural law.