{inserts key into door lock}

Turns key, opens door. Gropes for the light switch. Trips over an unidentified something. Manages not to fall by grabbing something that turns out to be sticky and smells bad. Swears in such a manner that a drill sergeant would be proud. Finally connects with the light switch and turns it on. Looks at his hand, then smears the worst of it on the carpet until he can do better.

Still on a bit of Granddad Overload. No, not that kind. As tired as I am that kind would kill me.

But I wouldn’t trade it for the world. There is nothing like having your grandkids grin that toothless grin at you. We got an actual laugh out of Thing 2 today, and he’s also been threatening to roll over since last Friday. Thing 1 is much more circumspect. I think she’ll simply get up and walk out of the room one day.

Tomorrow is a trip to Charlotte for my quarterly Botoxification. The timing during the day is bad, but the Doc is a busy guy and you take what they can give you. With luck, I’ll bring you some of the sights and sounds of a big city on its way to collapse in a day or two.

For now, I’m going to try and weed through the 100+ messages in my combined in box.


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