I have had so little computer time in the last several weeks that I started writing things down in a notebook that fits in my back pocket. Oldfangled style.

My weekend in Florida was not what I expected. At first I thought I'd just be on the beach for 3 days straight, with brief seafood interludes. Then it turned out that my father needed me to drive him around from place to place for 2 of those days. Then, once I was there, the president's plane crashed, and we didn't go anywhere.

My weekend in Delaware was stressful on different levels. Basically because I'm really good at what was expected of me there. But I don't really enjoy it. Or, at least, I don't want to appear committed to doing it forever.

My Easter weekend was more about trying to give stuff away than about hunting for eggs.

My weekend in Waterloo/Toronto was also novelty-and-action-packed.

The main thing is that these were all 4-day weekends, so I only spent sets of 3 consecutive days in New York for the past month, and those were working days, so I had very little time to do basic things like laundry and blogging. And one of those basic things turned out to be more important than the other.