Sunday afternoon, nearing two, I wonder if I should go out somewhere. I’m not sure where I would go or if the roads are safe. Freezing rain has replaced the falling snow. Frankly, the roads scare me more today than during a blizzard. The boys have friends over, except for N, who is playing on the computer with M. I feel badly when he’s left out by his older brothers. I know the feeling.

Yesterday I did next to nothing. Oh, well, T and I did attend his basketball game in the morning. I sat on the side, chatted with friends, and finished the first section of “Gulliver’s Travels.” A guy I know from adult hoops was there, so I sat near him, but I kind of wish I hadn’t because we didn’t have much to say to each other. T had a good game. He stole a pass and scored on a fast break. Rock and roll. After the game he and I visited the library. I picked up a couple books on reserve, including Perrotta’s “Joe College.” I read the first 100 pages or so and I can’t say I’m particularly impressed. I liked “Little Children” more.

Anyway, M and I watched some “House” episodes, I took a shower, talked with Rick, who was back in the neighborhood for Bella’s birthday, and otherwise wasted time. I didn’t clean, do laundry, or work out. My sinus thing keeps bothering me, although it’s better today. This morning I cleaned most of the first floor, started laundry, and managed 23 minutes on the elliptical while watching Samantha Brown’s Crete episode. I promised I’d make dinner (lasagna rolls) later. I’m so burned out on books and television that I’m not sure what to do with myself. Poetry? Maybe I’ll plan the Indianapolis trip. Ooh, maybe we’ll go to Iowa instead. I don’t know. More later.