I am so lame.
This morning, having overslept, I made some coffee and got to work. Just about every square inch of this house saw a vacuum, a dust cloth or a mop and now it sparkles. My back hurts like hell, but the house is gleaming and awaiting a week of neglect right along with its resident slacker.
By 4 PM, I was starving, hot and had no more energy. My son picked me up to go out for a Tex-Mex dinner and a movie. We wanted to see the new Transformers movie on an IMAX screen, but the closest one was in Ann Arbor, so we settled for 3D viewing at the new Emagine theater complex in Royal Oak. The movie, while long, satisfied my need to watch things blow up. The special effects are incredible--well the whole movie is rather incredible-- but isn't that the point of seeing a summer blockbuster like this? To escape reality? I swear, I think it helped me blow off whatever remaining steam all that housecleaning couldn't. Not so for my son. As we were leaving the theater, he noticed that the original Die Hard movie was showing on a big screen at midnight at the Main Art Theater. He bought tickets for himself and a friend and will take in yet another movie tonight.
I plan on being sound asleep by then.
Shawl knitting tomorrow. We swears, Precious. We swears.
ETA: My son and I share a fondness for this series of movies and have watched all three together. He recalls all of the Transformers I bought for him as an indulgence when he was a youngster and Transformers were only toys. He repays my indulgence by being a good movie going buddy.