I’m the first to admit that I lead a boring -er- quiet life. Friday night, just to spice things up a little, I sat reading with E in a coffee shop for a couple of hours. I love being able to read and watch people without having any obligation to do anything or talk to anyone. There were even teenaged girls to listen to and laugh at (“Did you know Justin Timerlake broke up?!?” – “OhMiGosh No! You Rock My World!!!!!!!”). What fun.

Today my major adventure was going through the mail. I have a habit of leaving all my mail (other than the occasional personal letter, which I open on the spot) until the weekend. Then, each weekend, I open everything, pay any bills that came, and balance my accounts. Well, last weekend I was busy and didn’t get to the mail. That meant that some mail went unopened for two weeks. Imagine the gentle thrill that quivered through me as I opened each piece of mail, wondering if I’d missed a deadline.

And what happier resolution to an adventurous morning than to find that no bills had gone unpaid beyond their due dates. It’s kind of like watching a thriller — there are no consequences in real life.