At Least They're Committed

Demon Spawn got a job that is a considerable step up from his miserable existence at Safeway; the check from the Rocky pension to roll over into my IRA arrived and is deposited; Edison’s Black Dahlia started school and is more psyched than he thought he’d be about his classes and teachers; D got a cortisone shot in his knee; I got my walk in; I ignored my work email for the most part and Facebook, too, other than to slam a cartoon that depicted moms as frumpy women with high school hair. It’s a good day.

Now if the air conditioning would miraculously start working, it would be perfect.