It will probably be just me and some Jews for our Town Hall tomorrow, but our Easter celebration is too small to act busy from.

I went for a run this morning, and I have to write up staff reviews today. But tomorrow I go see Bruce Springsteen! (Possibly for the last time, who knows?)

My weekend is household chores (lawnmowing, laundry) and errands, then over to Mom's Sunday night to have her traditional Easter ham for dinner. I might squeeze in a movie matinee tomorrow if I feel like it.

I have a sink full of dishes to do, which I am resentful about because I already conquered a sink full of dishes earlier in the week.

I haven't run as much this week as usual, and also ate like crap yesterday so I really should go running since it's not currently raining.

I think what I'm saying here is that I will get in a run that I don't want to do as a way of avoiding the dishes for another hour.

No real plans for Easter as that was JZ's bailiwick: taking Matilda to mass, getting basket together, dealing with Greek relatives and dying eggs.

I suppose I should get a token basket together for Matilda.

I do have half a little ham so I could make another pot of the ham green bean thing, as that was popular around the house and delicious.

I’ve got the roomba going, so the room is getting more presentable.

I’ve also got dishes to wash, but first get the shoe area in order.

This weekend I am focused on overdue housekeeping. You cannot imagine the amount of sand that makes its way into my place. The dog park is a sandpit, and we bring so much home. I am going to attempt a new plan where I keep a pair of specific park sandals next to the door, ones without sand grabbing treads. Go to park, stamp feet in parking lot, drive home then stamp feet again in parking garage, then leave special shoes next to door. It is mostly his shoes which grab tons on the stuff in the treads. It wouldn't bother me quite as much if it didn't make the floor so treacherous when you hit a patch of the stuff.

No particular plan for Easter, except maybe walk over to the beach for sunrise. There will probably be more than the usual yoga types there tomorrow.

I have: gotten groceries, filled up the car with gas, gotten the car washed, and went to the bank.

I still need to: change the sheets and ride the bike. Today's ride will be 8 weeks in a row of riding the bike 5 times a week -- I haven't done any kind of cardio [walking, biking, etc] 5 times a week since before Covid. I'm proud of my progress, but also, my legs are sore. I need to find a massage therapist.

Tomorrow is the 300-Eggstravaganza with Tim's family. We're bringing salad, fancy appetizers, and lots of wine.

2nd load of laundry is in. Most of the dishes are done. Couch is mostly cleaned off. Shoes are put away. Stairs are de-furred a little.

I just took my lemon meringue pie out of the oven, and mistakes were made, but it looks OK. I just hope it doesn't disrespect my grandmother's memory.

And why would an antibiotic for a cat smell like bubblegum? Makes no sense.

Pediatric meds. It's that or cherry. If only kids wanted tuna flavored meds.