Tomorrow I will rise at 5:00 a.m. and begin my honest day's work. It will involve eating a catered breakfast buffet, sitting for three hours to listen, going to lunch for one hour, sitting for two more hours to listen, then working in my room for thirty minutes.
I am almost to the point of taking a sack lunch, rather than driving to civilization to buy lunch that must be eaten in the same amount of time as a school lunch. I prefer a more leisurely meal. Watching the clock stresses me. I would be not a good lunch companion. I have no summer vacation tales to tell. And I'm not particularly interested in hearing anyone else's.
Let's get this school year on the road. It's always better about two weeks in.
Farmer H will be having a medical procedure tomorrow at 9:00 which requires anesthesia. He is not exactly a scheduling wizard. I told him I can not miss the first day. The #1 son will be driving him and bringing him home. I am hoping that all goes well, and that they do not resort to hand-to-hand combat before leaving the Mansion.
The Pony gets the best end of the deal, what with spending the day with his grandma. He is the only one looking forward to tomorrow.