After yesterdayís ridiculous attempt to squeeze more hours into a day than the earthís rotation ordinarily allows, I had a couple of revelations today. First, every 28-hour day must be followed by a 20-hour one, and that was why I didnít even wake up until almost 10:00 this morning. (Not by design, however; I just didnít wake up, and I was lucky enough that the phone didnít ring.)
The other revelation is that I donít have to watch every minute of every event that the Olympics coverage offers. Not only that: I canít watch it all, not even all of the curling. Iíve certainly tried, but there are nine games for each team in the preliminary round, and as much as I might like to, I canít put the rest of my life on hold. NBC is kind enough to broadcast entire games for the first time ever on U.S. television, and Iíll thank them by watching as much as I can, but not to the detriment of my job, my family and my life.
And thatís how, at 2:00 pm today, just as coverage of the U.S.-Japan game was starting, I was heading out to the school to pick D.J. up from first grade. He was of course laden down with goodies and sweatshirts and a backpack and a lunchbox, all of which he handed to me so he could walk on top of the raised curb. He informed me that he didnít need a snack, because he had candy. That didnít last even until we got all the way home.
We got there just as the bus was delivering Dakota from school, and the house was already crowded with Valentineís Day well-wishers. I stuck around long enough for Aiden to offer me a soggy animal cracker and everyone to show me their Valentine presents. The curling was on their TV as well, but I had to get back to work so I bowed out after hugs from the little boys and a half-smile from the baby girl (thatís as good as it gets for me these days).