That is a good question. Where have I been? What have I been doing? This last week is all a blur.
I think I may have gone into auto-pilot after last week's nocturnal grocery shopping outing. I have vague memories of laundry, mowing the lawn, doing dishes, laundry, cleaning the bathroom, chasing Isaac, laundry and numerous viewings of "Kest foh Canawatt" (Quest for Camelot.) A movie that we don't even own. It was loaned to us, unsolicited, by a guy that works with Jeremiah. I'm guessing that he secretly hates me and therefore finds hilarity in sending home movies that only appeal to 3-year olds who insist on watching their new favorite movie several times daily. Even if I don't allow more than a single viewing in one day, the requests alone are enough to drive anyone to insanity.
So where have I been? I suppose I have been sitting on my bed, amongst a pile of laundry, holding my legs to my chest, rocking slowly, singing every insipid song that I've been cursed enough to learn simply by allowing the movies whose soundtrack they belong to in my home.
Did I mention the laundry?