Welcome to the working week

In a moment of insanity, I agreed to do some freelance work for a local real estate publication. This is a problem? Well, not really, but I am coming to terms with the fact that a) I'm not really feeling motivated and b) I don't work well at home. Neither one of these is really news to me. I'm also a huge procrastinator, so I have not really started (though I did do a bunch of reading yesterday in preparation for my article). Lease to buy options (boring ... I really do better with lifestyle/human interest pieces).

Gary left for Germany yesterday. The girls and I went to church yesterday, out to lunch, to the pool. Watched the Tonys — I don't live in New York, only get to see a Broadway show every few years, yet I love the Tonys. They are so much more real than the Oscars or the Emmys ... OK, who am I kidding. But I love them anyway. The show Jersey Boys won so many times that I am singing "Can't take my eyes off you" over and over. Since Harry Connick is leaving The Pajama Game this month, thus thwarting my plans to see him on stage this fall, now I think I want to see Jersey Boys, if I can figure out someone to watch the girls and get Pete to meet me and Gary in NYC.

An added bonus to the Tonys: They run on schedule, not lingering on and on. No over the top, 10-minute thank you speeches. These actors/actresses seem to have their egos a little more in check.

They're working on the pool deck today. Progress. What will I complain about when it's done?

We finally, finally made up our minds about vacation. And Alison is upset because it puts us in Lafayette on a weekday. But I'm not sure how to fix that. Gary can't take two and a half weeks off work, and we all — Alison included — want to go to SWUUSI, a UU family camp in Oklahoma. Those dates aren't flexible, so there you go.

Must finish the laundry then get to work. Real work. Only the lure of a paycheck is making it worthwhile.