On the advice of a few people I know, I caught a few minutes of the British House of Commons weekly Q&A with the Prime Minister. It’s quite a verbal parley, with the Prime Minister sparring with the many members of the House of Commons over a number of issues from Iraq to investments in the upkeep of London’s Heathrow airport. I have to admit I wish our elected public officials were subjected to such a regular roasting, but we’re far too tame, in some ways, for that.
Last night I stopped over by parents’ house for dinner, something I usually try to do once a week to enjoy a home-cooked meal to catch up, since we still live so close. My parents were talking about all the things that have been going on over the past two weeks, and when I was done, they actually told me I had been really busy. Which was, in a way, nice, since I’m not sure they’ve ever really said that in the sense of being “adult” busy. In the past it’s always been “of course, you’re busy.” Which somehow left me feeling older.
At least this week I’ll finally have some time off, so I can catch up on chores around the house and take care of some cleaning.