I wrote about how Margaret's taking swim lessons over here.
Even though the addition of yet another activity makes my anxiety percolate, I realized yesterday that for those 30 minutes that she's in her class. I get to sit, stretched out on a lounge chair and read ... or not read.
If only I didn't fear the drool, I'd probably sneak in a cat nap. The indoor pool is all humid and warm and just ripe for the napping. Maybe I'll try it next week.
Mm, napping, doesn't that sound wonderful? I'm completely exhausted because evil Bill forced me to stay up and watch the newest episode of Top Chef. Damn those cooking show!