sister time

I stopped by the office this morning. Having taken most of the week off for Sister Time, I was a bit nervous to check my voicemail and to see what insanity had taken over my inbox. But when I arrived, I found the message light on my desk phone was not lit. My inbox was undisturbed. As the Twilight Zone theme began to play in my sleepy head, I headed for the Boss’s office to see if maybe I’d been fired and someone forgot to tell me.

Not fired. Instead, he asked how my week with the sister has been. He’s been eerily kind lately. I won’t say that doesn’t make me nervous.

I told him that Sister Time has been wonderful. Which it has.

Chocolate hangovers from Serendipity, Indian food in the East Village, slices at a street fair in Little Italy, cupcakes at Magnolia, the Recession Special at Gray’s Papaya – we’ve effectively eaten our way through Manhattan. The American Museum of Natural History, a large portion of Central Park, St. Mark’s, Bleeker St. and Fifth Ave – we’ve also walked our way through Manhattan.

By last night, we were ready for a bit of rest and decided to head for the movie theater. Sky Captain whatever whatever was phenomenal. Now, I’ve never had much of Jude Law fascination. But after renting Cold Mountain last week, and nearly swooning over His Brutal Handsomeness in last night’s flick, I’m something of a believer. Hom-in-a.

Sister Time ends this afternoon and I’m not the least bit happy about it. I’m going to miss her guts out. And so will Sir Hal.