my next thing doesn't start until April 7

So take that. It is so weird, this feeling of not having to do anything at a certain time for four weeks. I have a lot to do, but I can do it on my own schedule. On Monday I slept until 12:00 noon. That felt so good, on Tuesday I slept until 12:30 p.m. Whew. The next day I got up at 10:30 a.m., but I didn't get to sleep until 4 a.m. Moving day. I don't really live anywhere now for awhile. It's fun. Now I'm staying with my brother and his wife and three kids. Tonight is my nephew's birthday so I bought a Sponge Bob pinata and hung it from the chandelier. Update, a few days later: Bob took quite a beating. Birthday boy nephew just turned 14 . After letting the smaller two kids take a few token swings, he basically bludgeoned unfortunate SB to death with his bare fists, no blindfold. It wasn't really a traditional pinata situation, except for the fact that two of the kids ended up crying because they each got less candy than the other one. Anyway, back to me -- I like this not having to get up at a certain time thing. I could get used to it. But I better not, because starting April 7, I'll be getting up at 600 or 6:30 a.m. (also known as the middle of the night) for awhile.