Easter is my favorite holiday in theory, even though Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday in practice. Easter and New Year’s Eve reminded me of each other, actually. Both hold the promise of rebirth. Hm. I never thought about that connection before. Anyway, although I’m sick, I can’t complain about Easter. Last night M got all of the Easter supplies ready and distributed throughout the house. I helped by filling eggs with M and Ms while watching a Van Wilder movie about a guy from India who moves to England and more or less replays “Revenge of the Nerds”. I fell asleep by eleven and woke by six-thirty. M, T, and S were all up, waiting for N and myself to wake. The boys had fun, finding all the candy and the like. M came up with the idea of announcing the upcoming baby to the boys by adding an extra basket. The boys seem into the idea of a brother/sister.
I feel totally drained, exhausted, but the rest of the day has been fine. I drove down to work, watered plants, and cleaned my office. I’m saving the bulk of the email and grading for the morning. Still, I always like the feel of the office when no one else is around. I played Vic Chesnutt and Kraftwerk really loudly. M and the boys were at church while I worked, but they were home by the time I arrived back at the house. The boys had a friend over for a while. I played on the computer, read the paper, and now I’m writing while M sleeps and the boys play video games. Not a bad Easter. More later.