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Lost & Found Weekend Tuesday, Oct. 28, 2008 - 12:21 a.m. John goes back to work today after a three-day weekend during which I was mostly asleep except when I was not. We had a lot of stuff to do the weekend before and thus it didn't feel too weekendy to him, so he took Monday off and we had a very relaxing three days. --- At the risk of sharing my brain farts with you all, the other night the movie Steel Magnolias was on in the wee hours. I'd taken NyQuil and was waiting for it to work, and John wandered out and asked what I was watching. My answer: Aluminum Petunias. --- One week until we have a new president-elect. I will be *so* glad when the election stuff is over with. --- Excitement yesterday afternoon; a certain friend of mine who is in all respects an excellent parent, managed to lose track of the oldest, his son, for about an hour or so. Nothing was wrong. The kiddo was found at a scheduled and acknowledged after-school workshop that apparently everybody in western civilization was informed about except my friend. The child in question has been taking martial arts for a very long time, so a potential abductor is pretty much guaranteed to have a very very bad day if this young man is trifled with -- but even with those reassurances, there was a whole bunch of time spent in Ass Pucker Mode until parent laid eyetracks on the kid. In only the most peripheral of ways, I've known of and been protective of this boy since his birth. And the lesson of the day: Sometimes you don't have any idea how tight you are wound up until you begin to unwind. Whew. --- There ya go. Have a good Tuesday! ---
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