My brain says Let’s Go, but my body says Don’t Move

Ah, another gray, foggy Baltimore day. Our entire quarter-acre property is blanketed in six inches of wet oak leaves, which of course makes a glorious breeding ground for CRICKETS!

I’m trying not to panic. I know from experience — experience being last Sunday — that trying to rake leaves at this advanced state of pregnancy is an exercise in masochism, not to mention futility. So I’m just gluing myself to the window, watching as each additional leaf floats gracefully to join its brothers and sisters. I think I will have to sweep the porch, though, or Thanksgiving in Ohio will consist of me going “The leaves! The leaves! Why didn’t I sweep the leaves?!” And then trembling at the thought of our house being full, floor-to-ceiling, with crickets upon our return home. Scary.

Anyway. Because we have no choice, we are leaving for the drive westward this afternoon after school lets out. Traffic is anticipated to be murderous. Combine that with my need to pee every hour and a half, and I think I’m going to have to pack some diapers. It would be my preference not to drive so far this late in the game, but turkey and a baby shower are pretty good inducements.

I have many important tasks to accomplish today before we go: Getting an oil change, purchasing more prenatal vitamins and wonderful minty Tums, packing the bags, remembering to pack the camera and a cooler of travel food, and some other things I can’t remember but which will hopefully come back to me.

Suppose I ought to eat breakfast and get started on that, then. Guess that means I have to haul my butt outta this chair. Do I have to?

November 24, 2004 | Filed Under daily grind