I have a few precious moments with the laptop. The Professor has been cranking out dissertation pages like mad, and has thus proclaimed the laptop His Own, His Precious for the past few days – to which I say, get that shizz done, my man! It’s spring break, I don’t mind a few days off the radar.
Since he’s napping at the moment, along with everyone else but me and my dog (ever hopeful at the front door, desperate to come out on the porch with me), I’ve snagged it to do a few school things. And instead have enjoyed a quiet spring afternoon on the porch, catching up on social networking and pretending I didn’t read the really complicated practice exam question that I sat down to answer and immediately abandoned upon realizing that catching up on amalah and fanfreakingtastic is much more fun than Dormant Commerce Clause Analysis. Shudder.
Everyone is asleep. I am eating Rocky Road on the porch swing. Windchimes tinkle above my head. There is a bowl of red grapes on the counter, a jug of iced tea in the fridge, and I’ve got pork chops and peaches all ready for grilling out this evening. For a brief few moments last week I was jealous of my friends, who all went to Puerto Rico for our week off. But what is boiling on the beach, all hungover and sunburned and hyper aware of those cute guys laying out three towels down, worrying about the neatness of your bikini line and whether they’ll notice your skinnier friend and not you, eating too much fried food and then stressing about your belly bloat – what is that, to this?
The only thing that could make this afternoon better would be a beer.