As we were finishing dinner around 9:30, I poured a cup of coffee down the front of my periwinkle shirt, so I was down in the basement throwing a load of laundry in the machine. I heard the phone ring. It was my mom (12:30 her time) calling because she was worried about my sister (age 50) going off to Hartford, Connecticut on assignment.
When I got off the phone, I looked at Tom and growled, "I'm so glad we don't have kids."
Tom: "You are a kid."
Oh well. There was a strange but beautiful light outside earlier this evening; and wondrous fog horns sounding.
