Being A Shite Friend…
Or at least feeling like one. I am pretty sure we have pissed off Myra. She wants to get out of the house and trek up somewhere on the North Shore for a day outing. She needs it! She needs out of the house! She needs not play hostess to all of us because she has a swimming pool! She needs a break - period! Which is what I told her!
I also told her that The Silverback had already checked the weather for today - temps and dew points, and everything else under the sun - and was boycotting being outside and miserable. He and I both SWEAT like pigs in this sort of weather. Myra - I don’t think I’ve ever seen her sweat. Ever. She’s always cold if anything. Not to mention, The Silverback is in a bit of a mood. Just “off” - nothing too serious - just everything catching up with him sort of thing. Plus - realistically, how can we plan anything when I have no idea of my physical state for the day until I wake up. Even after I wake, it can change drastically during the day. Basically - The Silverback was just not up for any sort of outing today. It had nothing at all to do with Myra or her clan.
But I am the one left communicating all this to her… And I can tell she’s more than a little disappointed by our weather-aversion and mood swings, without even touching on my physical ups and downs. So, feeling a tad like a shite of a friend, but putting The Silverback before her today.
I have no idea what we will do today. I told her - just go… make a plan for yourself and get away from the house! I hope she has a good day and understands that our absence is nothing personal. Sometimes it’s hard to get these sentiments across in writing, but I tried, right before crashing out this morning.
As you can see - there are loads of great places to spend a day within no distance from Boston… But pretty certain we are going to stay in the city, in the loft, in the AC. Again, I may be searching for cricket corpses - who knows?