My God, I do not want to leave the couch for the foreseeable future. I’ve been reading online about taking time off from working out and I think I’m going to let my muscles rest for a solid week. How can it hurt? This morning I did 30 on the elliptical, ran for a mile, and absolutely collapsed. A couple days off doesn’t seem to make a difference. I need a week. You know that whole “listen to your body” thing? Well, it’s time to listen to my body, which is kicking me in the balls (I know, awkward metaphor) in an attempt to get me to slow down.

So what did I do today? Not much. Sat on the couch. Worked on email. Went to Costco and the library. Ate a lot.

M leaves for NY tomorrow, visiting her mom and a dying uncle. More later.

N is putting together a new Heroscape “tide pool” setup while I sit on the wicker seat in the dining room. T and S are watching Chuck. M is on the phone with one of her friends. The Marquette/Connecticut game starts in twenty-seven minutes.

And how am I? Exhausted. I’ve been up since midnight. I cruised the net for a while after waking then tried to sleep on the couch, but half-slept, really, until waking at four. Then I creaked up, drank coffee, and hit the gym. After four miles on the treadmill I snuck into Todd’s spin class (for some reason I thought it started at 5:45, but it actually started at 5:30), but my rhythm wasn’t in sync with the class’s, so I only stayed fifteen minutes until cutting out for hoops. An hour later I was upstairs lifting. Oh, I did crunches, too. After breakfast, etc. I decided to stay home and get things done. My brain was a little off from lack of sleep but I know I’m paranoid and dangerous socially when I haven’t slept so keeping to myself was probably a good idea. By nine-thirty I had cleaned the first floor. By eleven I had planned for most of the next week’s worth of classes and gathered some resources from the library website. After a quick lunch I hit the library, Dick’s (new shoes) and Costco. Later I continued my planning, ate some peanut butter and jelly (didn’t I read somewhere that when you haven’t sleep your body thinks it’s hungry?), and picked up the boys from school.

Twenty minutes until the game. Tired. Good night.

And how are you, good people? I’m on the couch, a little after 5PM. I just heard T yell “give me my hat!” at one of his brothers. Lovely. I think they’re on the computer, looking up video games on Amazon. I’m slightly wired after a late afternoon coffee. Where should I start? How about 3:45AM?

N just put ice in T’s hat. Funny.

I woke early, 3:45AM, after a zombie dream. That’s two days in a row with bad dreams. Weird. Last night I fell asleep early, too, after watching hoops with S and reading with N. Why am I so tired today? I decided to skip the Y, since they don’t open until 5, and I did an hour on the elliptical from 4:20 to about 5:20. I watched the first thirty minutes of last week’s Burn Notice before S came down, too early, and we watched Sportscenter together while I finished the workout. I knocked out my crunches, took a shower, ate breakfast, and got on the road. By nine I had watered the plants and worked through most of my nagging “to do” list. A few students/faculty visited. Always good to see them. After planning for Thursday’s benchmark class (surprisingly easy) I started assessment planning then cut out early. Since I had time to kill before picking T up for drums I cleaned the kitchen. While T was at lessons I snagged McDonald’s coffee, since I yawned all day, and read Murakami in the car. After pasta for dinner (the Trader Joe’s alphabet kind) and here I am.

I think I’m going to be asleep early tonight. Don’t wait up.

Whoo, today was a bitch. A big, messy, evil bitch. But I’m ok. Is this what corporate people feel at the end of every day? How do they not kill themselves?

Anyway, today started out ok. I woke near four (after some very disturbing dreams, so I take that back, today didn’t start out ok) and hit the gym right when the doors opened at five. I managed six miles in 52:10, a new personal best, then moved downstairs for an hour of basketball. Ok, I struggled through an hour of basketball, but I survived. After a quick shower and breakfast I hustled to work and managed to get my shit together for the afternoon before my 9AM meeting. This is where the fun starts. I sat in a small, stuffy conference room for three fucking hours, except for a short break, and worked through administrative, uh, bullshit. Well, it’s not all bullshit, but you know what I mean. At one point things got heated. Two people cried. Get me the fuck out of those meetings, please. I scarfed lunch and hit my 1PM class. I suppose class went a little better, but we’re building that bridge as we walk on it, so to speak, with some new assignments and policies. By four I fucking exhausted and, of course, a student wanted to talk through some other issues. And then a graduate wanted to talk. Plus I had hardly eaten since yesterday at four, so a hunger headache set in. When I arrived home I inhaled a couple of sweet-potato/tofu tacos and ate chocolate ice cream. Now I feel better. I could eat some more, though. I can’t tell if this would be stress eating or good practice. I’m leaning toward the latter.

So there’s Monday. Yay. The whole building at work is stressed. At least my kids are doing well. N won a baseball hat on some field trip and wore it sideways all afternoon. He looks hilarious. T and S are upstairs wrestling, I think, and Louisville/Georgetown starts in twenty minutes. I’m in the mood for some basketball and a beer. Nothing wrong with that, eh? Maybe Murakami later. Good night.

Today is February 22nd! Winter isn’t endless.

I’m in the glider listening to “Yankee Hotel Foxtrot” while N does…something…in the kitchen. M, T, and S are off sledding with friends. The day is bright and sunny if a bit cold.

So I haven’t written since Wednesday, eh? What have I done? Thursday was a full-on teaching day and Friday was all meetings with a visit to both Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s slipped in between meetings. Friday night I fell asleep by eight. Yesterday I worked out hard in the early morning then…what the hell did I do? The boys sealed off the windows in the Wii room to create a movie theatre for the 2PM showing of “High School Musical 3”. Maura and I watched some of “Zach and Miri Make a Porno” but I bagged out early to read. This morning I hit Costco and Pick and Save (someone needs to program those stupid ass self-check out systems to work with paper bags). The boys are off computer because they fought all fucking morning. I spent an hour with Murakami this afternoon.

I think I might start taking one day off a week, probably Sundays, from working out. Or maybe I’ll just lift on Sundays and skip the cardio. That might work. I was thinking this morning that I’m getting too obsessive with the working out thing. In fact, and this is horribly disappointing, I think I may have fucked up my metabolism by working out too much and eating too little. What the hell? I love to eat. Anyway, I’ve felt weak off and on over the last couple of months, and since that’s counterproductive to the, uh, whole health thing, I’ll try the Sundays off thing and see where it takes me. The number on the scale is swinging all over the place for reasons I can’t quite understand. The number will swing seven, eight pounds over the course of twenty-four hours depending on cardio, weightlifting, etc. And I’m worrying too much about the implications. So maybe I need to pull back a little. What can I learn from this? Maybe I’m too obsessive in general. Maybe I push too hard. Maybe I can learn to breathe and relax. This is growth. I don’t always see the evolution, but the evolution is present.

I’m not going backwards.

Two of the neighborhood girls just dropped off this year’s girl scout cookie shipment. I haven’t eaten the entire box already. Now that’s progress.

Tomorrow I’m in meetings or teaching between 9AM and 4PM. I already feel a bit suffocated by the schedule. Maybe I’ll take Tuesday off and check out the new exhibits at MAM. I could use a day in the art museum.

Have a good Sunday. I’ll probably prepare simple pasta, make tomorrow’s lunch, lay out my clothes work both work and the gym, and maybe burn a few discs for friends. Sunday nights are sacred, I tell you. Sacred.

M, T and I are watching this week’s episode of Chuck. Well, M’s working out while she watches, but T’s on the couch and I’m in the glider. N is on the computer and S is on Wii. Welcome to after-school decompression hour.

I’m tired. This morning I woke at four, hit the gym a little after five, knocked out thirty on the elliptical, then an hour of hoops, followed by thirty minutes of weights. Yesterday I did the elliptical and three miles on the treadmill. I think I should stop worrying about the scale…the number isn’t as meaningful with all the other types of working out. In fact, according to some websites, I’m not eating enough calories. Ok, I’ll stop now before I develop an eating disorder.

So this morning, after returning home, I worked on converting a syllabi’s grading scale before submitting the paperwork into undergrad curriculum on Friday. Whoo-hoo! However, I wanted to make sure the grading scale matched with the latest drafts so I left the work until tomorrow. So I answered a shitload of email (faculty council committee confusion) and outlined some research until lunch. After I ate/folded laundry I hit the library to pick up more of those dinosaur books for N then, on a lark, grabbed Murakami’s Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World from home and hit the coffee shop. The coffee shop was nearly empty. The woman behind the counter, when I asked about business, put it well when she said, “There aren’t a lot of people around here.” Well, then. I grabbed a good chair near the window and settled in with the book. Man, I need a half hour on my own with a book in that chair. The coffee was good, too. Later I returned home, grew frustrated with NPR’s shitty downloading system, and cleaned the kitchen.

And here I am. What’s for dinner?

The boys are playing dominos on the floor. M, in a pissy mood, is off…I don’t know what M is doing. She’s upstairs. Long day, and I’m kind of wired, but I’m hoping it’s the kind of wired that evolves into exhaustion. Might happen.

This morning I woke near 4:15, on my own, after a slew of strange dreams. I left for the Y at 5 and managed thirty minutes on the elliptical and 150 crunches before Monday morning basketball began. We didn’t play long, only about forty minutes, so I moved upstairs and ran two and a half miles before driving home. M had some professional development day, and the boys were off of school, so my routine suffered yet another day in the service of M’s part time job. Great. I hung out with the boys most of the morning, which was fun, at least, then left at noon when the laconic babysitter arrived. I think he and the boys played video games four hours straight. At work I taught from one to four and felt like a retard by the time I finished. I have to remember that lesson planning is an acquired skill, you know? They don’t become expert in one week. At four I worked with a former student on her PDP and felt like an idiot for a little more since I didn’t have enough of that earlier in the day. She’s teaching in an urban school, which I did for years, but I’m not sure I could keep up with her now. The boys called and asked if I could meet them at the Y, so I had M grab some clothes and I changed in the locker room. T, S and I played basketball. They beat me 14-11. S cheats.

I suppose I should get my clothes, etc. ready for tomorrow. Nah. Why does tonight already feel endless?

Approaching 5:30, Sunday evening, and I’m getting ready to curl up in a clean upstairs bedroom with Lawrence. The house is comparatively clean, beyond comparatively clean, and I was productive since I woke. Man, I guess I needed yesterday on the couch, because today I was ready to live.

So what did I do? N woke me off the living room futon at 4:58AM. We crashed together on said futon and chatted until near six, when T and S woke and the brothers took over the computer. I moved upstairs and slept until seven. The boys and I watched some of last night’s NBA All Star Weekend contests while M hit Target. I ate breakfast and started cleaning, first with the kitchen then moving clockwise around the first floor, ending with the office. Next I cleaned the long-messy second floor hallway, where about three weeks worth of laundry has accumulated. Then I started laundry and cleaned the upstairs spare bedroom. After I transferred the clothes from the washer to the dryer, I worked out to the latest Burn Notice episode. The cardio and the post-elliptical weightlifting felt great. I’m even acquiring a taste for the protein shakes. I showered, folded my clothes, moved some new material (new Titus Andronicus, three episodes of Speaking of Faith) from my computer to the mp3 player, then all the downloads on the computer to the external drive. My computer is running faster now. I also made pasta for dinner. Yay me. This is what a Sunday should be. The boys are finishing dinner and getting ready to cool down. My back hurts a little but I want to hit the Y early for a pre-basketball cardio session. Life is good. Why am I grinding my teeth? Good night.

I’m on the couch, just before 9PM, watching some show about celebrity divorces on VH1. I’ve spent most of the day on the couch. Maybe I needed a day like today, eh?

I also didn’t work out and I made sure I ate a lot of calories today. I was reading some articles online and I wonder if I worked out so much and ate so little that my metabolism got fucked up. I don’t know. In any case, I’m about to go two days without working out for the first time in, oh, six months. I understand that whole “listen to your body” thing. This dissonance will be productive.

I’m tired of second guessing myself. I’ve spent my whole life second guessing myself.

Maybe I’ll read some Lawrence now. What else did I do today? Seriously, I watched parts of Godfather 2, How To Lose a Guy In Ten Days, the Thursday night shows, Dollhouse, etc. I’m tired now. Hopefully I’ll sleep, eh? Good night.

Good morning! Happy Valentine’s Day! 6:00AM has arrived, everyone is up, and both CNN and ESPN are starting over their hours. I slept from 6:00PM last night to 5:00AM this morning. Yes, I was tired. Maybe I should rewind a couple of days.

Let’s start Thursday, shall we? I woke at 4:30EST and ran six miles by 6:00AM. After a shower and continental breakfast I sat near the pool and drank coffee. Ok, I have articulated my hatred of Florida before, but I must admit that sitting next to the pool, the wind blowing through the palms, was pretty cool. I bounced around different sessions and the evil, twisted Florida Mall (the biggest mall in Florida, attached to the hotel) for the morning. At eleven I checked out and stashed my bag with the valets. The woman at the desk told me a Barnes and Noble was right outside the mall so I hit the expansive parking lots and started walking. Apparently sidewalks are not a priority, but I reached the streets (might as well been a highway) after a half-mile or so. The B and N was next to a Best Buy, so I stopped at the latter and picked up that Pirates video game for the boys. While checking out, by the way, the Best Buy power went down and the dimmer emergency lights activated. The clerk told me that happened all the time. Anyway, I thought about picking up Twilight for the ride home but decided against it. Back at the mall/hotel I settled onto a couch and read a chapter of the Lawrence. By 2:50 I was ready for my session. I waited outside the room, per my routine, until three minutes before the session was set to start. I nailed that presentation. I had, oh, maybe seventy, eighty people (should have counted) and stuck with the student-oriented focus and the clean, simple, and practical messages. After I talked with a few of the attendees then hauled ass out for a cab to the airport. I wasn’t going to wait for the shitty Mears car service, which I will never use again. Idiots. The airport was crowded but I was basking in the post-presentation glow so I hung out in the huge main room, checked out the food court (nothing), then waited twenty minutes in the security line. At the next food court I found a Starbucks with yogurt/granola and ate before I boarded the plane. The flight, while crowded, wasn’t bad. I read and talked with the woman next to me. She had never flown before, so we talked through the details, etc. She also scared the shit out of me with alligator stories. I should know better than to ask. By the time I arrived home I was famished…I ate about seventeen cookies and crashed hard.

Friday morning I woke early but skipped basketball. By seven I was in the office. Preston and I talked, I watered the plants, etc. After a couple interesting U meetings I stuck around for the first half of SOE then got the hell out of the building. Maybe I should stick around for the occasional SOE meeting, but I was exhausted to the point of illness. People kept telling me I looked bad.

So I slept. And I’m up now. Some of my energy is returning. We’ll see. Have a good Saturday.

I’m in a nondescript hotel room in the nondescript city of Orlando. Yay. I don’t want to travel for work again in the foreseeable future.

My mood, I think, is impacted by the fact that I’ve hit a couple minor frustrations on the trip. I just went down to the attached mall to pick up food at the mall but the line at Subway, which sounded good tonight, was a mile long. I tried to get upstairs to order room service but my key wasn’t working correctly and I had to input it into the door about fifty times before the door opened. Now neither the wireless connection nor the wired internet connection are working. The cord that attaches to the wall appears to be broken and won’t stay secure in the computer jack. Yay. The hotel is sending someone up to check it out. I wonder which will arrive first, my pasta or the computer repair person. I need the net connection soon because I have to find the shuttle service’s phone number so I can arrange for a pick-up tomorrow afternoon. Of course, I have to check the conference website first because I don’t remember my presentation’s start time. Can you hear my teeth grinding? Sure you can.

Today wasn’t a total loss. This morning I replied to all my student teachers’ journal entries and read a couple chapters of an action researcher’s first draft. Then I cleaned the kitchen (and the kitchen was dirty, I tell you) and left the house in good condition for M and the boys’ return from school. I also did the YMCA elliptical and played an hour of basketball before lifting weights. The flight wasn’t bad. I finished the book on the guy who left Microsoft to start Room to Read. The last half was perfect plane reading; I never bothered putting on my headphones. After arriving I was worried the shitbag Mears company would fuck up my shuttle but they were ok, and the driver, a young, skinny guy, was nice.

Ok, the computer repair guy was just here and he said the line was broken. He’s getting another wire. Yay! I was right.

M and I talked a little tonight. T apparently had a bad day at school yesterday. He told her about it last night. I guess it hurts that he didn’t talk with me. I don’t want him to be like me at that age; I tried to hold everything inside. That worries me, esp. on a night when I’m hundreds of miles away from my family.

Ok, the computer guy hooked up his cord. Let’s see if the connection is working. More later, maybe.

Why good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I’m quite wired for a Tuesday night, although I worked out for a solid 75 minutes on the elliptical today. Maybe the warmer, sunny weather has impacted my blood.

Today was a decent if someone atypical day. This morning I knocked out thirty minutes on the elliptical and decided to finish the rest later so I could get to work. Preston and I talked about various and sundry topics (whether the Grammies are relevant, walking in Chicago) until one of my students needed to vent about boyfriend problems. My 9AM meeting began a few minutes later. The meeting, with a rep from another university about an urban partnership, was fine. I sent a few emails and headed out the door. On the way home I stopped at Costco since I hate sticking M with shopping when I’m out of town. After unpacking everything in the kitchen, I knocked out another 45 minutes on the elliptical while watching the awesome Thanksgiving Gossip Girls episode. Lunch and a quick shower later and I picked up T from school (apparently his whiny butt went to the health room again…might call his teacher and ask her to put the kibosh on that habit) and dropped him off at drum lessons. I hit Sendik’s for everything I forgot at Costco, drive-thrued (I think I just invented a verb) some McDonald’s fries, and snagged T from drums again. After dinner all three boys and I visited the library. I just had to rag on T for slacking on his homework. He’s got to learn to stick with his work.

I’m grinding my teeth. Tomorrow I leave for Orlando. Good night.

Good morning. I am rather, ahem, hung over. Yay for free bottled water. At the moment I'm in my nondescript hotel room watching ESPN and trying not to vomit. Am I hungover or still a little drunk? It's a fair question.

Last night James, Sean and I went out. Dan and Ed were maybe going to meet us but they didn't call until way later. I saw the messages after I stumbled back to the hotel room. Ok, let me start at the beginning. I may just cut and paste this into my blog. Yesterday morning I drove to work and picked up the U car for the ride down to Chicago. I noticed the car had an aux jack so I grabbed the connector cord and got on the highway. The ride wasn't bad, but I couldn't find a decent parking deal downtown so I cut back near the hotel, found a street spot a block away, and caught a quick, smelly, aggressively quiet cab back to the convention. First off, the convention space was huge. There were two separate towers and a slew of color-coded floors, but I eventually decoded the system enough to check out the "free shit" exhibitions (lame) and catch a few sessions. I think I've decided that convention sessions are no longer for me. They're boring, rarely useful, and I can't believe the presenters are so audience-unfriendly when they're teachers. Anyway, I did catch one excellent session on new diversity materials that I can use, so the day wasn't a total loss. By mid-afternoon everything was shutting down so I started walking north. Oh, the weather was beautiful, almost sixty and sunny. The ice was completely gone and although some piles of dirty snow remain (and probably will stick around for a few weeks) the air felt springlike. I walked the 4 miles or so from the convention to the Broadway Taco and Burrito House. Five things I saw/heard on my walk:

1. The panhandlers apparently now just YELL at you. What the hell? The homeless guys were bad, but the Greenpeace guy was the most annoying.
2. I saw two different couples arguing with each other. At one point a guy said, "You just don't get it, Christie." I wanted to follow them to see what Christie didn't get.
3. I saw a woman riding a bike in what can best be described as "hot Mary Poppins" gear, including tall, heeled boots.
4. Women seem to populate Lakeview/Lincoln Park. Maybe all the guys were inside.
5. Sometimes I forget tourists come to Chicago, but there were a lot of them downtown. I guess, yesterday, I was one of them.

I ate a late lunch/early dinner at TBH, picked up a Reader at Reckless, and checked into the hotel. My room is small and nondescript, and the hallways bare (I think they're installing new carpet), but I'm not paying, I can't complain. I decided to walk to Uncle Fun to check for these weird "devil duck" rubber ducks T has mentioned, but they didn't have any. I also walked through Powell's but I'm backlogged as far as books are concerned so I didn't buy anything. Back at the hotel I took a shower, read some Eckhart Tolle (sp? Ross recommended it) and walked through Borders until James and Sean picked me up. We found parking down the block, walked to Duke of Perth, and started drinking. A few pitchers later we were drunk. I think I was in the worst shape. The restaurant was crowded but we could hear each other ok. I hope the cute waitress couldn't hear us, though, as we managed to be talking about inopportute things (e.g. Sean's thoughts on a girl with good thighs) right when she passed. We ate dinner, too, then stumbled out into the increasingly colder Chicago night and hit another bar down the street, where we drank more and watched the Bulls and Blackhawks games concurrently. Both lost. By eleven we walked back to the hotel and I crashed. Hard. But I woke at five.

You know, I don't feel too bad now. I needed a night like that, I guess, and I'm was glad to see James and Sean. The last week was such a bitch at work, and there's this sense of endurance, I guess I should say, with all this traveling and the like. If I can just make it to Friday, you know? Work has been so busy.

More later. Sometimes after a day like this I feel a burst of creative energy, as if I’ve released the tension from my system. We’ll see.

Happy groundhog day. I heard nothing about the groundhog prediction today. Has the groundhog legend run its course?

Eleven PM is not too far away. Why am I up so late? I probably could have fallen asleep before eight but I wrenched myself awake because I didn’t work out this morning. And why didn’t I work out this morning? I woke before five but decided I wanted to reach the office early because I had so much I wanted to address before my 1PM class. I had watered the plants, cleaned off my desk, and completed my email lists for the semester before 8AM. After talking with Preston about his dissertation committee candidates and finalizing Chicago hotel plans, I refined my afternoon agenda and searched the convention website for exactly what in goddamn hell I said I was going to present. This presentation leaves me ambivalent. First off, I’m supposed to lead an “interactive dialogue” but the description of said context sounds like a glorified paper presentation. Second, I’m in the last slot of a four day convention. I’m convinced 75% of the attendees will be on their way to O’Hare by Sunday afternoon. So…I guess this is what I mean by “teachers need to think on their feet”, eh? Stupidass poetic justice.

So, anyway, I worked on a modified powerpoint, including some time/guiding questions for my conceptualization of an “interactive dialogue” (and by the way, what kind of dialogue ISN’T interactive?) until lunch. Then I walked over to the other building to reserve a car. The afternoon class went well. I’ve had every student before and they catch on quickly. We covered objective creation and Bloom’s Taxonomy, basic material, but I pushed them pretty hard on practicalities and they responded well.

After work Dan and I talked while I drove home. He and I talk most often when I’m in the car, lately, anyway, which works until I pull into the garage and cut off the conversation. We ate dinner, after which N was pissed when I wouldn’t let him back on the computer. Later T and I visited the library, where I picked up a book on literary travels (e.g. tourist attractions revolving around books) and he conned the librarian into letting him check out his own books.

Tomorrow I’m working at home. I have a shitload to do and need to remain focused, like back when I was writing the dissertation. I should get some sleep. Good night! Cold tomorrow, then warmer later in the week, maybe in the 50s, even, in Chicago this weekend.

Beer/Cheese soup! I used Heineken. I read that dark beers are better, though. M says she liked the soup, and I didn't even ask her what she thought...

Happy first day of February! I’m in the glider while the boys watch some program that shows cats playing on a fake football field. The Super Bowl starts in 15 minutes. I’ve got the Steelers but a Cardinals win would be a great story.

This morning I slept a little later, 6:30AM, and I probably would have slept later had one of the kids (T?) not jarred me out of my sleep. My bad, I crashed on the living room futon. After coffee and breakfast I showered and read the paper. The boys were listening to They Might Be Giants so I showed them the Ana Ng video on youtube. After they left for church (I skipped, as this morning was the annual “give us money” service) I hit Pick and Save. I used the automatic checkout system for the first time and needed assistance from a teenage girl about seventeen times. Then I dropped Vicky Christina Barcelona off at Blockbuster and decided to stop at Schwartz’s instead of Borders. Of course I decided too late to modify my course and went slightly out of my way and followed by a county police car for about ten miles. Bastard. Anyway, I picked up a 12 dollar copy of Lady Chatterly’s Lover from the independent bookstore. Two problems. First, Borders had a copy for five bucks. Second, I was the only customer in a bookstore where four people were working. No wonder the bookstore is closing. I drove home and worked out to Anthony Bourdain’s Azores episode, then lifted weights to Super Bowl pre-game coverage. I added push-ups to the routine and knocked out twenty-five without too much difficulty. Later M and the boys met some friends at the sled hill so I cleaned the kitchen and settled on the couch with the novel. Damn, DH Lawrence is good. I made a decent beer/cheese soup for dinner (pictures to follow) and prepared everything (lunch, clothes, etc.) for a long Monday. After reading a little more I settled in with the boys.

Welcome to February. This might be a long week. Stay tuned.