This Week: Back, back and we’re glad he’s back… or so the song goes. We get back to talking about the things you’ve been talking about, just a few weeks before us. KU football is not good, job changes are good. And some stuff in between.
Reading, Watching, Hearing…
Doug: Hot Tub Time Machine
John: Superchunk’s Majesty Shredding
Dan: Hawaii 5-0, The Event
It’s good work, if you can get it. And I got it. At least for a while.
Have a great Monday.
Which is kinda like Gabeday, except it’s not every day. And it’s a day where Daddy’s allowed to drink beer while watching TV.
I’m working on campus this morning, but taking off at noon since they’re shutting all the parking lots down. It’s already zoo-like up here. Especially with this Hibachi grill glowing next to my desk. And the two-beer-cans-and-two-straws hat I’m wearing probably doesn’t invoke the professionalism we usually go for in the office. Oh well.
Have fun!
The Rugburns - Football ToniteHave a fantastic Monday morning.
The title’s a name of a song. But it also fits how I was feeling this morning, as I was so appreciative of Gabe sleeping in until well after 7. And – something unusual for him – sleeping all through the night. What a great night of sleep for me! And what magical combination of events converged in order for me to be this relaxed and happy this morning?
Oh, he has a fever and is sick.
I’m a terrible human being.
It could be worse, I guess. I could refuse him medical treatment. It’s not like I converted to a Christian Scientist overnight and am keeping him in a fever state for two weeks while I snore-away blissfully. (He’s at the doctor with Stace right now.) I mean, I really DO feel bad when he isn’t well. He makes those little pitiful sounds, while still trying to talk. And he still smiles and laughs at any of my attempts at jokes (which is the only way to charm me, as my wife will learn some day when she laughs at just ONE of my jokes). I left for work this morning as he laid on the couch, smiling up at me, wheezing, saying “bye-bye Daddy” – as sweetly as those words could be uttered.
I’m a terrible human being.
(But it really was a great night of sleep.)
Seriously, close your eyes. It’s like he’s in the room with you!
