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It's a short week, so why do I feel so tired? On Monday, I thought it was Tuesday. Tuesday I thought it was Thursday. This morning I thought it was Friday and told Zia to stay in bed that she didn't have school today. She argued. I stood my ground begging her to stay in bed. Zane eventually stepped in to defend her reminding me that today was in fact Thursday. "Now we're late, Dad!, Thanks a lot!!" And so it has been.
So, not much happening here today. Instead, I'll send you to my column World-Colored Glasses over at Quirkee.com. When you're done there, head on over to Project X and see what else I've been up to. Project X is the brainchild of Darren at Clare's Dad. It's a newly formed blog chronicling a group of dads and their commitment to get into shape or in my case shaping a need to get committed. Then be sure to come back here and let me know what you think.
So, not much happening here today. Instead, I'll send you to my column World-Colored Glasses over at Quirkee.com. When you're done there, head on over to Project X and see what else I've been up to. Project X is the brainchild of Darren at Clare's Dad. It's a newly formed blog chronicling a group of dads and their commitment to get into shape or in my case shaping a need to get committed. Then be sure to come back here and let me know what you think.
Holidays always mess with my internal clock. There's been a few days off that I had that really bad nagging feeling so much that I've had to drive past my work to prove to myself I really did have the day off.
Never wanted to drive by work, even on the days I had to be there.