Thwarted. Again.

Today was supposed to be the start of a long overdue Cat Weekend, with lots of lying around doing not much of anything. These restorative weekends are crucial to our mental health. I was going to have to slip out for a few hours for a fundraiser with Bill Clinton but hey, I was willing to take one for the team. But Bill had to reschedule so the plans for doing nothing were going forward.

Then I remembered that Sunday is Pentecost and we always have a dinner with the Carnevale/Easter collective. But that's almost doing nothing. We have to eat and The Spouse is in charge of the split pea soup (with broth rendered from the Easter ham bone); what's a few extra people around the table?

Then JJ called and asked if The Dog's sister could come spend the night. That hardly interferes with our nothing plans. The dogs entertain each other. It's not like we have to do anything except make sure they stay in the yard and don't bark at the Jews too much.

Then The Child came home with a notice that the oft-rescheduled end-of-the-year volleyball party was going to be tonight and oh, 6th grade parents are in charge of dessert.

So there you go. We're busy after all. When I informed The Spouse of these changes he said, "Well, at least we have a Caturday".

It's better than nothing.