The email message came from Miss Prisk, my son Benny’s pre-school teacher.
March is Read Across America month, and she is looking for parents to visit the classroom and read to her kids for 20 minutes or so.
Easy enough. Since my wife started working again, I drive Benny to school for a 1 pm start and pick him up at 3:30. Between trying to figure out where to park somewhat near the school, signing him in and the commute itself, it seems that I have about 43 minutes to get things done between drop off (1 pm) and pickup (3:30 pm). So, one day at 3 pm—leaving 13 minutes for errands—would not be too much of a hardship, right?
Man, I should be used to this feeling by now.
That Super Bowl Monday Morning Hangover is not a stranger to my existence.
The one from two mornings ago was not brought on by too much alcohol (I was home, and not drinking), too much food (well, maybe that played a small role) or too much Madonna. It did manifest itself with the tired, washed out feeling of watching another Super Bowl champion not named the Philadelphia Eagles.