Things seem to be slipping past me.

Last night my wife and I watched the DVD of the third of the Pirates of the Carribbean movies. I had so completely forgotten that it had been released to theatres that I was still waiting for it–but I see that I had been on the way to see it half a year ago when I lost a tire. Funny, I had not remembered where I was going then, or that the movie I had wanted to see was in theatres.

I was tired this morning, but still managed to get things going reasonably early. I wish I could say the same for my mother in law. I called her before four to let her know that I was going to be there a little after five to take her to the store, and my errand on the way took long enough that it was almost five thirty by the time I reached her–but she was not ready to leave until six, which on my original timeline was pretty close to when I hoped to be headed home again. I’m still playing catch-up, and someone has to pick up my commuter son who has called for a ride from over an hour away. However, if his brother will bring him part of the distance, his mother will meet them and I can do my work; otherwise, the work gets delayed and I go into tomorrow very tired once again.

Word is: I get to stay here and work.

–M. J. Young