5:20 p.m.

Folks, I'm not sure if I'm too busy to write, too lazy to write, or the chair I use at my computer is just too damn uncomfortable. Bear with me.

It's a late supper at Joan's tonight so Everett is making cinnamon toast for a snack to tide us over till then. We're picking their dad up at the airport in about an hour, and after tomorrow I'll be kid-free for the weekend. Whatever will I find to do with my little self? Perhaps some prince from the east will appear on the doorstep. I've got my fingers crossed.