I called my eldest son this afternoon, and congratulated him on being a quarter of a century old, to the nearest minute.  I am working frantically to be ready to visit him later tonight.

I called him from my mother-in-law’s house, after taking her banking and shopping.  I had only just determined that I was not to continue north to return someone’s girlfriend to her domicile, a trip that has been delayed to Wednesday night after dinner.

However, I’ve been scrambling to fit the pieces of today’s puzzle together, and not feeling like I’m really atop it all.  Tomorrow will be bad, too, but at least I know it in advance.

–M. J. Young