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Needing a Breather

The Prince is changing jobs and has a few days off before his next NEW gig starts Monday (yeah!!!!!!!!) and so today we're taking a mini-holiday, about 4 hours while The Rabbit's in school and before we pick her up to just walk around the city.

It's a gorgeous day -- about 65 today -- perfect Fall like weather IF YOU LIVE IN ARIZONA. (I don't ever want to hear again that Global Warming is a myth.) And so we're going to look for a new suit for him, maybe a birthday present for me, maybe even a cup of coffee some place we've never been. Some place quiet. Where people smile.

I really need this day. He and I have been sniping at each other, and I just need a serious break from the phone and the computer -- no more calls about legal stress, work stress, family stress. I just need a few hours with him, with me, to just be.

Tomorrow we're taking The Rabbit out of school (her magical teacher is thrilled -- she said to me yesterday, "Family time is so important!" A full post about how glorious she is coming up soon....) and have planned a full surprise day for her: ice-skating in Bryant Park, lunch in a fancy midtown hotel (she loves these things, really), and maybe a little early birthday shopping (just so the birthday bunny gets some ideas.)

I don't know how the rest of you are doing, but yesterday, when my accountant's assistant called back a week after we called, regarding another stress in our life, she said, "I am so sorry about calling you back so late. I don't know what it is. But this fall has been so crazy for everyone. It's like one crisis after another. Do you know what I mean?"

Oh yeah. Do I know.

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