Finally! The desk is clean as well as the house. It was all completed yesterday under the idea that if I danced, listened to music and clean...something might get accomplished. Sure enough, I managed to get it all done by lunch and was rather proud of myself. First, for finally cleaning the desk. Second for finally dancing. I love to dance and haven't done much of it in many years. I'm not that bad although one would be hard pressed to know since I don't frequent dance halls often anymore.

Today, I helped out RB's daycare/preschool teacher while she was away for an appointment. I used to run an in-home daycare but apparently forgot how much energy it takes chasing 8 children around. Next time I help, they will be napping. Yippee!

The next two days will be pretty busy. I need to get to bed early tonight so we can have PDQ in Philadelphia by 7:30am for what we hope, is her last ever visit on both oncology and orthopedics. She's been in "remission" for years now, so here's to hoping anyway. Saturday, we have a meeting to go in the morning, also for PDQ. After that, I am FREE! To do what, I have no clue. But the point is, I'll be FREE! As in, not have any other plans! No camping, no parties, not gatherings, no social requirements..nada....now that is called bliss!

I also finally talked to my brother the other day. A friend reminded me that I needed to call him, so I left a message and he called me back. Now, here is the thing about my brother. We grew up in the same household and yet, managed to have a completely different up-bringing. Somehow, we managed to end up polar opposites of each other. Where I am flighty, he is grounded. He makes plans and I have it on good authority that most plans are meant to be broken, but are nice to have just in case. He thinks about he is going to land. I tend to leap and not be concerned with the landing. In other words, he is basically the better half and puts up with my ways and has never once told me to get my act together. Don't get me wrong, we fight. We are siblings after all and we do things to purposely annoy each other or we try to talk the other one into seeing our own way (which never works, unfortunately one thing we both are, is stubborn). However, he is like my rock. I can totally screw something up and after a brief "talking to" he will help me dig it out and make sense of the situation. I think what it boils down to is although we are complete opposites, we still respect each other. That goes along way for both of us and I love him for it. He's my brother, what can I say? He's a big ol' doofus who has always had to deal with his little sisters nonsense. He loves me as much as I love him but I think I am the one who has the better deal.