We spent most of last night hiding in the computer nook. Hubby felt that if we were going to spend all this time at home, it was the optimum time to get the new server up and running, so in the nook we sat. I didn't really do anything to help him, but there was no way I was going to sit downstairs and watch golf all afternoon with them.
The "talk" isn't a 15 minute talk as I heard (in my head, wishful thinking), but more of an hour to an hour and a half "chat" with them about something "important". We figure two things: timeshare (which we've told them to sell now for 5 years), or death plans (we have their wills, living wills, but I don't think they've filed them with any lawyer or hospital).
It's 9am, nobody is up (at least they aren't out of the guestroom). Its quiet, peaceful. I know it won't last.
Last night, for the 15th time, M asked whether I was going to work today. Um, no. I have a pact with hubby that we stick together to maintain our sanity. I could fire up my work lap top, but after checking e-mail, there wasn't anything important, unless you consider a "jean day" announcement important.
We're going to go out and do some more staining of the deck to be productive. Updates later.
