Although I do have to go to work tomorrow up to the city, today felt like Saturday. It’s a feeling arising from the fact that a holiday is imminent.

So, what did we do with our Sunturday? First we took my car to Pep Boys to get a tire fixed. Husband used the car last; there’s construction next to his building, and he drove over a nail. It was entirely flat by this morning. Rather than futz with the spare, I pumped the tire up, since I knew it would hold for the barely three mile drive. We left it there, although we may as well have stayed, since they worked more quickly than we expected. We retrieved the car and ran errands separately. I headed to the drugstore for more prenantal vitamins (we’re still trying!). Husband went to purchase stuff to wash the cars.

(By the way, remember that fourth trip to the mechanic for the check engine light — where he replaced an oxygen sensor for the third time? Like clockwork, the damn light came on again this afternoon. What the hell, I’ll not go back for a fifth time. I’ll send him a letter explaining my disappointment in his failure to fix it just so he doesn’t think by my never returning that means he succeeded.)

Around 3 p.m. I brewed a pot of tea and sat down to transform a mirror I’d bought at Goodwill awhile back. For the next six hours, I worked on it while Husband cleaned my car. And when I say cleaned, I mean it: He shampooed the upholstery and rugs, cleaned the windows and fixtures, scrubbed the outside three times (it was really, really dirty), and then polished it. He was in the mood to use tools, and I benefited! He’s got tomorrow off, so he’ll do his car then.

I’ve just finished dinner — I was famished. As for the art I made, I’ll provide a photo once the paint and glue is dry. Tomorrow I’ll expend some creative energy in the kitchen. I promised Husband an apple pie for the holiday.