Happy birthday, Tom!!!!!
Poor pukey babies and parents! Really poor parents, since if my own childhood is any guide, I was never really bothered by the puking.
I never went grocery shopping yesterday, so I do need to do that today. It looks much less apocalyptic outside, so that's good.
Daylight savings day is one of my favorite days of the year.
Me too! I gladly sacrifice an hour of sleep for an hour of daylight.
Poor Franny and Eve! Wishing them calm little stomachs and recuperative naps.
Happy Birthday, Tom Scola! I'm wishing you heaps of good things because I think you deserve them.
There
is
no extra hour of daylight suddenly around today.
The hour was always there. I knew where to find it when I needed it. I'd rather have slept in an hour this morning.
But I can't. Off to teach.
Oh, it's true I'm not old, I suppose. Other people have an increasing tendency to be young, though, and it disturbs.
Separately -- happy birthday, Tom!
Oh, it's true I'm not old, I suppose.
Oh yeah you are. You are totally old. Look how cranky you are. And you you have an entire laundry list of maladies. I hope your limbs don't snap off while you're punching people today.