Four Day Weekend Friday

This morning I dreamt that my father was embarassing me at a restaurant, ordering for me, being belligerent, sitting on the table, etc. I woke up just at the exact moment then the waitress was going to comp the meal out of pity.

This week has been a blur. There's been "olympic" competition events at school every day; today was quiz bowl and tricycle races; there's been basketball, checkers, hand ball, ping pong, etc. Karaoke was yesterday as well, and I was a judge. I had a nice talk with some seniors, about why their act was homoerotic. Better homoerotic than homophobic; but I told them they only had one note. They were disappointed but they get it.

Tonight after work I took a nap at 6:30; at about 7 I got off the couch . . . and went to bed. I slept until 11:30, and now I'm up and writing. There's no cooking in my life; sorry no photos, no recipes.

Please remember our sister Susan in your prayers; the sugery didn't get all her cancer, and the treatment is going to be awul. Also remember her daughters T and C.