Thoughts on the Day

Got fussed at by my doctor this morning for waiting a few weeks to come in with my latest problem. Apparently my sin was enhanced by the fact that Irish Woman has been telling me to go to the doctor for almost as long.
Today at my new job at work, I stopped crawling. I’m not quite walking yet, and I’m certainly not running or dancing. But I’m definitely toddling, or at least cruising around the room.
Coming home to a house that smelled like roast chicken and a batch of strawberry-margarita jam was very nice.
Girlie Bear clocked her first full day of work in her entire life today. She is volunteering at one of the summer programs at our local zoo, and works with five-year-olds. That may be the only thing I can think of that’s better than Boo to inoculate her against the notion that having kids at an early age is a good idea.
You know you just came out of some ugly heat when 95 degrees with relatively low humidity feels pretty good.
As I look at my mantle, I see Boo’s arsenal: a foam saber, a Nerf revolver that needs batteries, a crossbow, a lightsaber, a pirate hat, and a box of crayons.
- The crayons are a weapon of last resort, but he is deadly with them.
- Since none of them were on the mantle when I left for work this morning, I’m guessing he had quite a time in the couple of hours he’s home from school before I get home from work.
Started re-reading The Hobbit this morning at the doctor’s office. I forgot how much fun that story is.

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