Weekend Itinerary

Good morning, Amanda.

I waited for your call until about 5, and then--in my head--I figured you'd call my cell if you didn't catch me at home. I did go out for dinner (I figured it was better to go have a balanced meal and a couple of glasses of wine than go to bed hungry after a few of martinis), and when I got home, I had a message, but didn't call you back because your message indicated that by that time it probably wouldn't be a good time for you to talk. And honestly, somewhere in the interim, maybe while I was having dinner, I thought maybe you weren't in the mood to talk. I can understand that.

I'll be around this afternoon, but this evening I'm off to L's again. I think I mentioned that she and J have a dinner invite and couldn't find a sitter, so I agreed to do it. Sunday I have plans with L to go out to lunch and then to hear Jodi Picoult speak, so it didn't seem like a bad thing to already be there. Of course, as soon as I agreed to it, I started regretting the decision. I was just there, and I don't sleep well there; suddenly I feel like I'm giving up my whole weekend. I'll survive.

If I don't hear from you this afternoon, keep in mind you won't hear from me until Sunday night. I'll check in here and hope to have some good news from you.

Love,
Barb