My own kid didn't recognize my voice when I answered the phone tonight. We had a good night, driving to Havana (Illinois, not Cuba, no cigars)for Cal's 7th grade Bball game. Traveling along were Pat *the driver*, Jeff *a friend* and Helen *another friend*. It was fun camraderie, even though there was quite a bit of fog on the way home. We feeded up the boys on nuggets, burgers and McFlurries and let them ride the school bus home.
And one, finger roll, setting a pick, Cal hit a sweet trey.
After coming home from work for a two hour nap this morning, the day was pretty okay. Tomorrow at work should be a big bore.
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