Laboring Away

I'm not quite sure what labor day signifies (laboring possibly?), but for me, this one was extraordinarily quite. I find immense pleasure in reading, whether it be chick-lit kitsch or gigantic russian novels, a ridiculous (read: juicy) blog or my latest find in the New Yorker. So when this particular Monday rolled around, when my girlfriends were off in their respective states barbecuing on the Cape or tubing in Maryland, when he was back in Buffalo eating at all the places I miss so much, I decided to read. All day (except for the two hours spent at work...but I plan to excise those two hours from my memory)...I brought my book and several articles I'd been meaning to read to his apartment, put on my pink polka dotted bikini, and lay on his wonderful reclining chair out on the balcony.
And oh, how I've missed it. Evenings and weekends with him consist of the tv on. And I'll be the first to admit how I've grown to love HollyBridgetandKendra and how I actually look forward to finding out what Flower and her fellow meerkats are up to, and seriously, let's not even get started on how I think Barb, Nikki, and Margene actually exist (and really are married to the same man!), but it just came to me today how much less READING and how much more WATCHING I do since the Move. And so I warn everyone of this: Move to the midwest and you will probably watch more tv, and ultimately gain weight. So maybe I shouldn't blame the minor size jump of my jeans on the midwest as a whole, but still, there's a correlation! And I refuse to blame him for taking me out to eat wayyyy too much...because the alternative is starvation. And that? I can't live with.
And now I sense that the sun might go away soon so I must go back on the balcony. And read, before he gets home tonight and that damn giant tv that takes up his entire wall must be turned on once again.