Another sweet sunday drifts into memory.

7:00 Son wakes up. Try to ignore him. Shut off the monitor. Put in ear plugs. Nothing seemed to work. Persistent little gaffer.
7:45 Get out of bed. Feed son and self and wife. Cheerios and miniwheats. No O.J. today.
8:00-10:30 Play and get ready for church. Wife will not let me wear my Metallica shirt and light jeans with the knees worn out and my plaid shirt tied around my waist. Whatever. I said that I would rather go naked than to go on denying what I truly am. She said fine.
10:40 Arrive at church. People are staring. Give me a break! It is -20 outside! See Neil G. He sees me. Give him the "hey" nod. He returns it. We had a moment.
12:30 Arrive home. Eat lunch. Corn Chowder Soup! Thanks Babes!
1:00-5:00 ????
5:30 Eat supper. Spaghetti witha the meata saucea. Thanks Snuggle Bunches of Oats.
6:54 Wife feeds son snack while I run bath. Need to speed things up in order to avoid a meltdown.
6:56 Wife baths son as I run around like an idiot looking for all his bedtime stuff.
7:06 Put son to bed. Hardly any screaming, on my part.
7:15-8:10 Surf the interweb.
8:15 Watch some A.D. That GOB cracks me up. Will he ever win?
9:00 Get email from my friend Colin. Told me how to get my little blinky thing back. The one on the computer, sicko's.
9:59 Write this line.
10:05 Do my Core Blaster workout. That's right Del. I will take your taunting no more!
10:30 Shower.
10:45 Receive text from Del. Working in Morgan's rise tomorrow. Well, at least I don't have to see Scottish Jon.
11:00 Go to bed.
2:16 Wake up in a panic. Hopefully Derek woke up from the 2x4 to the face, so that I can work him over tomorrow. Thank you, Core blaster 3000!


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