The husband is in the States, and I'm running around.
It is hard for me to calm and quiet down at the moment.
Must be Spring: something is waiting to push and break through, but what that might be, remains a mystery for now.
As long it's not Sigourney Weaver's Alien, I'm o.k.
Yesterday I took all the boys to school, then drove to Rotterdam. I actually planned to go to an art museum, but they were all closed.
Oh well.
I went to a bookshop instead and had lots of coffee and a bagel (naughty, naughty, I must not eat bread).
But it was nice, quiet, and I bought a wonderful second-hand book on cacti, with hand-printed illustrations for 3 bucks.
GORGEOUS.
And an Alt-J CD because I'm not having enough of a midlife crisis.
Nice.
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