Made even fuller by my staying up until 1:20 a.m. typing a paper for a particular daughter of mine for her Health class. Oh, it's not like I waited until the last minute to type it. No, I started as soon as I could. Which was Friday night. I quickly caught up with said daughter's progression, and spend the rest of the time being fed hand-scrawled copy a sheet or two at the time as she alternately answered questions, dozed, and wandered around the house trying to get Mom to help her with the answers.
BUT, BY GUM, SHE CAN DRIVE!
Well, sorta.
Anyway, a more full exposition of the events of the weekend past are to come.
At least, the parts of it that I remember. It occurs to me that even during certain of my most frivolously wanton youthful escapades (not that there was that much wantonness--I have always been very conservative even in my licentiousness) I never woke up on Monday not knowing what I'd done the two previous days. Now that I am a stern and stolid citizen-parent, I can't seem to remember the two previous minutes.
Anyway, more to come. Unless I decide to crawl under my drafting table and take a nice nap. I have a board under there, you know, and I do know I fit under there. It's like having my own nifty little office fort.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at June 20, 2005 08:30 AM