Big Guy travels to Brazil and Argentina. Today, he is in Sao Paulo. This weekend, he will be in Buenos Aires. While he is gone, Birdie and I relax. Very little gets done. I walk the dog. Birdie watches Law & Order SVU. I feed the cats. Birdie watches Glee. I pick up my book, this week it's "Help." Birdie skypes a friend. We consider when the lawn might need to be mowed. Or rather, I think about mowing; Birdie thinks about taking out grass with Round-up. The house could use a vacuum, but really, who cares. Birdie remembers to go to school. I think about the grocery store...as in, why shop when fast food and fine dining exist? I notice celery in the refrigerator. It has been there awhile. Birdie searches for the half-pint sized peach frozen yogurt. I ate it yesterday. Big Guy calls to tell me about the view from his sixth floor hotel room balcony. I think that a second cup of coffee in bed makes perfect sense. Big Guy describes Sao Paulo traffic, in a knot like always. I think, yeah, but soon you will be wandering the streets of beautiful Buenos Aires. Birdie complains about pre-calculus. I complain about the dishes. Both will get done, but not right now. I check my email. A photo of Big Guy stares back. It's that "Get to work" expression. A new email address or a better spam filter? Birdie and I will work on it.
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