Let me write a quick note before I force myself back to sleep. A couple minutes ago I woke upstairs and walked into the hallway. The clock (one with hands) indicated, in my eyes, that 4:10AM had arrived. Pleasantly surprised I slept all night I walked downstairs only to find that the time was actually 1:20AM. Joy. So I’ve been up for a little less than an hour. After I finish writing I’m crashing on the couch.

Yesterday was a weird day. I alternated between sleep and working on the computer all morning. I nuked a couple of problem computer programs and answered email. I finally got around to eating and taking a shower (whoo, bet I was smelly) around noon. Then I watched another “Heroes” episode and read. I think I needed a day like that. The sun was out and the still air warm but a cold wind blew with some intensity. I opened the windows anyway. Later, after a bath, I closed the windows and tried to relax before N’s preschool “Dad’s Night.” I hate fucking Dad’s Night. You get twenty pained dads in what appears to be excruciating social awkward situations with twenty spazzy little kids. Last night was ok, though. N was so happy to be at his school at night, much happier than he is during the day. We had Olympic themed fun, jumping over blocks, walking the balance beam, and shooting baskets. The straw throw was the hardest. N kept it together for the entire hour. When we left school the wind had died. I swear the night felt like mid-July. Unfortunately by then bedtime neared so we read for a while and fell asleep. Oh, I felt badly because I bitched about the library giving my wife my copy of “Unaccustomed Earth” (I wanted to check it out on Sunday so I would have more time with it) but it turns out T checked it out and thought he was helping. After some damage control he seemed ok. Sometimes I feel like a total prick. Sometimes I feel like I’m way too easy on my kids. Welcome to parenting.

More later, I need some sleep. Good night.