It’s going to be awfully quiet around the Burrow this week.

Rudi and I play in the same fantasy baseball league, which generally is fun because we talk strategy (neither of us does well) and whine about how we made the wrong player picks for the day or how our players do not seem to work well under our management styles. And we watch out for each other’s teams, alerting one another about injuries or days off or roster changes.

On the other hand, three or four times a season, we have to play each other.

And so for those weeks, we don’t talk baseball. Or it stays polite in a cocktail party kind of sense: “The Mets seem to be hitting well…” “Too bad for the Sox that Papi got hurt…” “Soriano actually seems to have stopped whining and started playing for the Nats…”

This will be one of those weeks. Rudi is less than ten games back from me and I’m sure he’d like to make up those stats based on my pitching. He has the advantage because he’s coming off a winning week. I have three straight weeks of losses (even if the first two losses were just by one apiece).

So think good thoughts for harmony in the Burrow. We’ll try to avoid watching sports on tv.

I know it wasn’t me.

Instead of cleaning today, I went to the farmers’ market where I visited with our friend John and chatted with some of the farmers before coming home with ramps, strawberries, asparagus, morels, lettuce, eggs, milk, grape tomatoes, blueberry scones, pink lady apples, and lilacs. I also lazily read the paper and listened to a new cd. I took a brief nap. I read some of my book. I knitted a few (a very few rows) on my sock. I cuddled cats. I took a leisurely two-hour bike ride along the C&O Canal Path, where I took some wildlife shots. I ate a yummy morel omelet Rudi made. I watched The West Wing and a sappy Hallmark Hall of Fame movie.

No, the Burrow is not clean. But tomorrow my soul will remember that I spent the weekend doing frivolous and frolicksome things and that will make a mundane Monday much more manageable.

After I two-step the vacuum around the living room, I’m off to bed. Good night!