The week off with nothing planned has been rolling out as expected - except I have yet to stay up until 3 am to watch Most Haunted. Surely that wasn't a phase. How sad if it was. I have had white hots for lunch - check. I have thought about doing my taxes - check. I found myself alone in a parking lot yesterday morning watching a 1981 sci-fi show on the car's DVD thingie bought to keep the kids in line. I noticed that I was not loud and did not throw anything at my brothers the entire time it was on. I had thought I would go south or maybe even a little west but north north east it is to the land where French ales can be bought in corner stores. Real bagels are on the hit list as well. What else can I only get in the National Capital Region? Maybe a smashingly slick Quebec flag for my Jean Baptiste parade. Maybe lunch at Irene's.

Why such a jaunt? Something has to entertain me. The Red Sox certainly aren't.