december 18, 2001. Oh, man. The 2 sweetest words in the English language: I need this so bad. I haven't had a proper rest since this God-rotted practicum began - not even on weekends, because on the weekend I have to catch up with everything I've let slide during the week. Today I get to myself. My poor Boy is sick today, so he's snoozing away in the bedroom while I type...and while I don't want the Boy to be sick, I am kind of enjoying the fact that as long as I remember to keep quiet & make soup periodically, I have the whole day to enjoy by myself. That sounds horrible, but I don't mean it that way. It's just that I have a lot of things to do today that need to be done on my own, and having a conscious sweetie would only be a painful reminder of what I'm missing. Speaking of the Boy, I realized this morning that I'd forgotten to finish the story of his Adventures In the Booby Hatch because I'd gotten distracted by the continuing saga of me. He had a follow up appointment last Friday, and - drumroll - does not have ADD. Not even a little. He was a bit embarrassed by the whole thing and slunk out of the office as soon as possible. I think this is good news; on the one hand we don't have to worry about children with ADD, on the other hand there goes the chance to write off the Boy's past academic performance as an undiagnosed disability. Not to be crass about it or anything, but it would make applications to universities a bit easier, as well as allowing the Boy to request a certain amount of academic support. Now he just has to rely on his cheerful spirit, his big brain and his heroin-chic good looks. Drag. By this time next week we'll be home! It's the only thing better than a snow day. I'm especially looking forward to the weekend between Christmas and New Year's: finally all of my Toronto club anxiety dreams will be assuaged. At least, until the next block of Nova Scotia time. this time 3 years ago: kareoke is quite high on his list of moral lapses.