In Which Soaring Soprano Says...

...nothing important.

The past few days have gone by without anything exceptionally exciting happening. And, as I feared, I found myself driving to work yesterday thinking about how I had nothing interesting to say on my Blog. Having caught my ego at work, I laughed heartily at myself and resolved to post despite my lack of important news to impart.

However, I just remembered that I do have some important news, although it may only be important to me and mine. I just found out that my dear Mother is expecting again, which means that I shall be a big sister again for the tenth time!

There was something slightly frightening about hearing the news, however. I realised that I'll have hit the quarter of a century mark by the time the baby's born, which means that by the time the baby is my age, I'll be the venerable age of fifty... not that there's anything wrong with that of course. It's just slightly odd thinking about having a sibling that could honestly pass as one of your own children.

I suppose it's a slightly vain train of thought, but I really couldn't help it. Honestly, I should be thinking of my poor parents, who will have unruly teenagers in their house until they're well beyond retirement age. Ah, but such is life I suppose.

Other than that, my husband's left me alone for a few days while he makes a trek to the Shrine of the North American Martyrs in Auriesville, NY. The SSPX is having a one day Pilgrimage to the site of St. Issac Jogues' and St. Rene Goupil's martyrdom, as they do every year about this time. So, Husband is heading up for the weekend, and I've got the house to myself for three days.

Dare I say that I'll enjoy it? Yes, I think I shall. Although, the dog will be with me too...

There's something wonderful about knowing that I'll have the bed to myself for a night or two. It's a guilty pleasure, but it'll be nice to not wake up at 4:30 am because the covers are all on the other side of the bed or because I've only 2 inches of mattress on which to lay. Let me tell you, poking him awake is not fun or easy at that time of the morning.

But that doesn't mean that I shan't miss him. On the contrary, I'll probably be counting down until he gets home. I just hope the plans that are keeping me from going with him will occupy me well enough until he returns...

EDIT: Oh! And Happy Feast of the Sacred Heart!