How does your week look?

I asked this question of the woman returning to New Jersey from a weekend in Chicago. She had an interview the next day, but was looking forward to going to Florida at the end of the week. It was pleasant conversation between seat mates on a plane. Then she politely ask me the same question.

I hesitated. I muttered something about being retired, being at home for my son's senior year.

I am not comfortable with my identity label.

I have a busy week of managing the meals, shopping, laundry, shoveling snow and shuttling my guys around for lunch. If I get really ambitious, I'll mop the kitchen floor. No, I probably won't. Maybe I'll sweep it.

It certainly isn't retiring in any sense of the word.

For myself, I hope to get back into a routine of eating right and daily exercise after traveling for the holidays.

My goal for this week is to get my cardigan to the point of working on the collar. Grandma T is telling me to finish it up.

Now, I remember, I'm a blogger on a daily deadline. I'm writing this, looking at my plants and out the window at the snow and sun, thinking about the people I have interacted with this last week. I have to run down the stairs to reheat my coffee in the microwave.

So, how does your week look?