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Wednesday, August 11, 2004

I'm not exactly sure when or how today got away from me, but I found myself at nine o'clock tonight drifting off in front of the television. I thought I had things pretty much under control, but I had to convince myself to get out of the recliner and sit in front of a blank journal entry, just to see what would come out.

Let's take inventory. I was up late last night because of Dakota's party. Even though I was home by 8:00 pm, I found excuses to keep puttering around the house until well past midnight, as usual. Somehow I managed to get out of bed in decent spirits this morning, though, and I was fairly cheerful all day.

What else? It was hot again, but only after the morning overcast burned off. It was actually visibly foggy when I got out of bed this morning, obscuring the tops of the eucalyptus trees at the end of my driveway. It warmed up in the afternoon, to the point where the Boss asked me if I had air conditioning. "Then how do you stand it?" he asked. But I have a nice air flow through this little canyon where my house sits, so it rarely gets to be unbearable. Today was close, but it didn't get to that point.

At 4:15 pm, the Boss phoned and asked if I was available. What he meant was that he was working on a letter and wanted to know if I had time to type it before I "go home." Sometimes he forgets that I work at home. Once in a while, when he's had me working well into the evening, he tells me to "pack it up and go home." I never correct him in those cases. It's a good image to have, someone who stays at the workplace beyond normal hours.

Today I told him that yes, I was available for a typing job, as long as it didn't hold me up for more than an hour. I didn't tell him the reason, that Eric and David were playing softball tonight and the whole family would be there to watch. It was sort of reminiscent of the old days, when we'd all gather to watch one or the other of them play soccer or Little League. Except that in those days, they didn't play on the same team, and neither of them had a wife and three kids.

It was a fun game to watch tonight, too, messy and chaotic. Eric pitched and David played right field, and both of them made plays and got hits. D.J. rattled on next to me in the bleachers for an hour and a half about this and that and nothing at all. Dakota happily sat in his stroller and shouted vague encouragement to both teams, as the mood suited him. Aiden slept, except when he was eating. That's his thing.

10 August 2004

Smiling Aiden.

So I really can't tell you why I'm so out of it tonight that I can't even bring myself to write a coherent journal entry. It was just one of those days, I guess. One of those ordinary days.

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