It’s too f’kin noisy.
Dying is such a slow process. I’m nearly 41 years into my death and there’s still no end in sight.
My youngest has been to kindergarten 2 days this year. They were short days with only the teacher and 2 other students to acclimate Evan to the environment and the routine. On those days, I drove him to school and Cathy picked him up.
Today, Evan went to school full time. He is very excited and insisted on riding the bus with his sister. He was first in line and I missed the picture because I was introducing Evan to the bus driver. Amy, 8 years old, is proud to be taking care of him, holding her head high as she shows him the ropes. This is her realm and she will be his guide. His same aged friend also rode the bus so I know I’m not alone in putting my baby in a big orange box and entrusting his safety to someone I don’t know. We do have a great bus driver! I’m excited for Evan. It’s cool to see him growing up. I just wish it happened a little slower.
I just spilled a full mug of coffee all over my desk. Fortunately I rarely clean the desk so I was very lucky to have a large stack of project notes to absorb much of the coffee and prevent it from damaging the trinkets and clutter that is sitting around waiting to be thrown away. Now, that smear that used to be a ftp password, is that an oh or a zero or the letter Z?