No apologies; I'm a sloth

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By Carolyn Ten Broeck, Editor

There was a time that as soon as the door closed behind me at home on Friday night, I'd call out, "Let's go out to eat."

That's all changed.

Now I'm pretty much a hermit once I leave the office.

While the coffee is brewing, I am changing into PJs and settling in for a weekend of nothing-ness.

There have been many, many weekends of late that once I sequester myself into Ten Broeck Manor, I don't step outside again until Monday morning.

You may be one of those people who lives for the weekend too: shopping, movies, dinner, parties, friends.

Not me.

Nothing makes me happier these days except Turner Classic Movies, a few good books and some comfort food.

This past weekend was no exception. It was cold and rainy. I still have the lingering sinusitis so I cozied up to the TV with book in hand and wasted 48 hours.

I listened to the great Ethel Waters sing "Cabin the Sky" in the hilarious movie of the same name.

Beautiful Gene Tierney and Rex Harrison proved once again that love transcends this planet in "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir".

And I fell in love – just a little bit – with privateer Andre Raveneau as he battled aboard the Black Eagle during the American Revolution.

Lest you think I did NOTHING the entire week, let me clarify.

I cooked. I cleaned. I paid bills. Oh, and I napped. More than once.

It was the cooking though that took more time than I wanted.

If it were just me, I could exist on cereal and popcorn. Unfortunately, Tom requires a little more sustenance.

It seems like I cooked every day – oh, wait, I did. I made everything from homemade Belgian waffles to slow-cooked carnitas for tacos. And while everything was scrumptious, it really ate into Edward G. Robinson and me aboard "Destroyer."

Every day I'm home, Tom starts off the morning with, "What's on your agenda today?"

My response is always, "Piddlin'"

And that works fine.

Until I come back into work and someone inevitably asks, "How was your weekend?"

How do I tell them I'm a sloth? That I did nothing for the betterment of mankind? That I wasted precious hours that cannot ever be regained?

I'll tell you. I just smile and say, "Quiet."

Anything else takes too much energy and you know sloths don't like to do that. At all.