My munchkins hate sleeves. Every morning, every night — they complain (loudly) about putting their arms through sleeves. O, the injustice! O, the agony! O, the world is against me! (at least, to hear them tell it)
They have formed a union — they’re working towards a World Without Sleeves.
Now that I’ve resumed driving back to Bloomington on a weekly basis, I’ve re-discovered how powerful free-associative driving is. Four hours of driving — mostly on relatively straight highways — makes for a lot of time for free associative thoughts. I find that this time gives me a chance to remember important details about all my ongoing projects and to ensure that all the “little things” get [re-]added to my current to-do list(s).
I highly recommend this process if you can do it.
Kyle and Brandon both passed their Master’s defenses — w00t! They’re now Master Kyle and Master Brandooooooon (said with a Scottish accent), respectively.
Don’t hate me because my taxes are done.
Speaking of which, why do we have to buy a stamp to submit our taxes? Ya, ya, I know, the Post Office is a separate entity from the IRS. But… really. We’re likely paying oodles of money to the government (or getting back the excess money that we loaned to the government throughout the year). Would it be so hard to spot us $0.37 to send in our taxes?