Sleeping Late on a Saturday?

Not a chance! I was the first one up this morning as usual. It does give me a little quiet time to myself, tho. I puttered in the kitchen a bit and talked to the birds, made my first pot of coffe in weeks, ate breakfast and read. I might even finish the current book (Cast On, Bets Off by Jack Olesker) today. And I've started back into the mountain of laundry. I did 10+ loads last weekend and I probably have that many to do this time, too. I hadn't done laundry for 2 or 3 weeks before getting started last week. Mine and Steve's are done together but then each of the boy's is done separately. I don't like all their buckles and velcro and such eating my clothes and I can't keep track of whose t-shirt is whose anymore. They make enough laundry so it's not like I'm running partial loads. It just makes it easier to know that everything is one or the other's and not have arguments over who stole what or that I gave away someone's clothes.
Steve was next up and he is watching football re-runs. Don't we already know who wins? Yes, but he is evaluating players to decide who to draft for his fantasy football leagues (2 this year).
Zack's playing his video games and Brian's outside running off some energy. They made it through the first week of school! Zack thought about trying to drop Chemistry in favor of Aerospace and Environmental Sciens (each 1 semester) but he didn't qualify to switch. He'll have to take other 2 next year if he's still interested. Brian had football practice everyday, even on our record high temp days. 'Light practice' and/or game films from last year was intented to keep them from passing out. Maybe that will give his finger a chance to heal, again. Last summer he had a finger splinted after closing it in the car door. He had to have the nail drilled after blood pooled, etc. Guess what he did again the other day?!?!? This time it was the bathroom door down at the pool. Another kid was threatening to lock himself in so Brian was trying to keep him from closing the door. Again, it's not broken but severly bruised and they put a splint on to try to protect it. If blood collects under the nail... we know, bring him in to have the nail drilled. I called the school that morning to let them know where he was and that he would be coming in. The secretary was trying to reassure me that these things happen and it will get better, etc. We know, this is life with Brian, we've come to accept that.
As of last night, Angel has been moved back in with Teddy. I took the sandpaper out and just have newspaper down. It's a little more slippery than the papertowels I had in the fishtank she was in. The tray is also not flat like the tank. She seems to be getting the hang of it and is getting around OK. Teddy's been running around her like the spaz he is. He occassionally hits her with his tail or startles her when he jumps on/off the perches. She's getting a bit more excercise now but she seems to be handling it. I think it'll be good for her. And Teddy has started singing more again! (Last night I saw her scratch her head with her foot for the first time since all this happened.)