Random diary entry from March 2008

We are all well, except my spouse, who is back on the road to wellness.

Today it's our early dismissal day - after all last week of early dismissals due to teacher conferences - so I've got a lot of housework to get done in the morning slot.

At this moment I am typing along to the Monkees song "Sometime in the Morning". Check it out; it's sweet. The lyrics also charmed me as a love-struck preteen ;-) The lyrics still do it for me, I find.

I am hoping for iTunes song suggestions - perhaps when your schedule frees up. (Like, hopefully maybe by late summer! I can wait for the song picks.) But if I was given a recommendation, I might check out the 30 second clip - maybe look up the lyrics if they seemed promising - and possibly purchase the song.

I bought the "Best of the Monkees" album in February (after Davy Jones' "Your Personal Penguin" reminded me of a sweet little part of my former life) and I can say it gave me a lot of pleasures in the past month; it was worth its price to me. I'd be sitting in the car waiting for school pick-up and listening to it, while scanning the bibliography references of one of my Pandemic flu books.

What a feeling. It was like I was bathing in pure me - it was me time.

My spouse was dreadfully ill since arriving to parent conferences at the elementary school at midday Friday. Spouse kept up face during the conferences and even cracked some small smiles and laughs at appropriate moments, then collapsed in bed upon arriving home. Spouse is trying to go back to work today for the first time. He says he never in his life remembers having been this sick before. Gee!!! And he barely even coughed or complained of throat pain; he just laid in bed sweating and moaning and with the worst headaches in his life, and when he was feeling a little better with some more energy, he would grip his sides and curse and roll back and forth in a semi-fetal position. I was so sorry to see him goinig through all that. As a person who gets bad headaches and who anticipates having hot flashes in the not-geologically-distant future, I was so overwhelmed to see him in such misery.

And, I hope one of us doesn't get it next! Because, darn it, I'm enjoying my so-called freedom of running around the house picking up kid- and sick-detritus partly ignored while carrying close to our entire parental weekend work load, while sneaking in an email and listening to some music I enjoy. :-)

I am in a good and happy mood and I am Really hoping one of the rest of us doesn't get sick. But if we do, let us get over it before our Washington D.C. trip.

We are undergoing security checks and social security number clearances so we can take a tour of government buildings. We hope to be cleared for a State Department tour, as one of the relatives works there.

I personally am looking forward to seeing the spy museum - and the Air and Space museum again. But I hear the spy museum is really well done. I have a few spy cameras, and I love to see examples of past technology. I also love to look at old Leica cameras like the one my dad had in the 1960s, incidentally.

Spring sports started for us, and the first real league game is this Friday March 21 2008. [Hi mom. See, I dated my writing properly! Are you pleased for me? Oh yeah, I forgot to write it's 102410 now.]

Check out the song "You Just May Be the One" by the Monkees. It's from after Monkees insisted on doing some of their own music and writing. The lyrics are sweet. Otherwise they totally rip off the Beatles, but that's okay by me; "The Monkees" tv show was a commercial Hollywood venture. What more healthy show to fixate on as a female prepubescent?

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