blissmorgan

It's been quite a while since I've a had a long weekend to myself. For once, though, I did not spend the entirety of it sitting and dithering about what to do until I had run out of time to really do anything at all.

It seemed like it might go that way, at first. Friday morning, my day off, I woke up so exhausted from the sickness I had been fighting off that I gave myself and the Spawn another hour to sleep. Then, though, the lads were really excellent about getting up and moving, doing everything asked of them to get on the road without argument. I was impressed, y'all.

The drive went well in spite of me feeling a little spacey-headed, and in spite of the rain; it was light enough to merely make everything shimmering grey, rather than to truly occlude my vision or make the roadways a danger. It meant that when we had to stop at the rest stop for someone to use the restroom, it was no big commotion going from car to building and back.

It was on one such stop that I was glancing at the time and checking google maps, doing the travel time math (very different from time travel math) of how much longer it would take us to get there, how that time would change if we had to make another stop, what our arrival window was, and my expected travel time to return home. If I dropped them and got right back on the road, I reasoned, I would get home well before the outgoing end of week rushhour traffic from Boston snarled up the southbound roadways.

During this mathing, I was struck by the realization that for once I was driving to Western Mass midday instead of the evening, and that I had nothing specific to rush home for...and that the Webs end of year sale was going on. Normally when I drive the lads to their dad's, I can't visit Webs at all, because I can't leave until after school lets out and by the time we arrive the place has closed. I resolved to go.