What's new? The federal budget, that's what. So I spent 15 hours Monday and 15 more hours Tuesday working on coverage and charts detailing its ins and outs.
This time next week, it will be utterly irrelevant. But that's OK. That's news. And every budget experience is another chance to refine the process and figure out another way to not screw it up next time.
The Young Prince auditioned for Fiddler on the Roof last week. Even though his monologue was fairly uninspired and he's going to miss one of the performances, he still got offered a spot in the chorus. He's pretty jazzed. I'm pretty sure he's the youngest one in the outfit. That'll be interesting.
More interesting, one of the women who works for me also got a role in the show. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled for her and she'll be great. But I do wonder how horrified she will be when I inevitably drag the boy offstage by his ear during some rehearsal because he is not behaving himself and needs a reality check issued in harsh hisses and snarls. Oh, well. I reckon either she'll applaud my mad parenting skillz or she'll wind up scared of how I'll react if she misbehaves at work. Win-win?
The weekend was good. Steak and Shake was delightful, and we timed it well, in that we drove down in a light rain, ate during a massive snowstorm, and drove home in a light rain. Very strange weather.
Star Wars was less impressive. The 3-D was weak, and of course the plot was not improved. I still hate Jar Jar Binks. We came home and NeighborGirl and I watched Evil Dead 2 instead. Far superior, even in 2D.
On the sloth front, I'm halfway through reading Brideshead Revisited, and I'm caught up on my viewing of Portlandia, Downton Abbey, Walking Dead, House, Glee, New Girl, 30 Rock and Justified. Man, it looks much worse all written down in a row like that. Just think how much stuff I could get done if I wasn't a slave to someone else's stories! There are also several things still languishing in NetFlix that I'm pretty sure I can zip through before spring comes. Ahh, winter. Even a mild winter like this is carte blanche to stay inside doing absolutely nothing. And it's everything I thought it could be.
Happy hibernation, y'all.