It's a ¼ to midnight and I'm tired. Isaiah is in bed, Ruth is in bed, Kroger and Nijal are in bed. I am going to bed very soon.

Y'know many people complain that there is never enough time in a day. I've said it myself a time or two. I was wrong, though. There is plenty of time in each day to accomplish what needs to be done. The trick is in deciding what needs to be done- and then doing it.

I could have spent this afternoon writing here about Isaiah's very first experience with bowling Saturday night. Instead I sat on the recliner as I dozed in and out of two hours of TV on The Learning Channel (The first hour was about tanks and the second about hot rods- oh, and whenever a commercial came on (when I was awake) I switched over to ESPN2 for bits and peices of The Worlds Strongest Man Competition.). I am dissapointed (but not much) at my choice of priorities because the outcome of the situation is that with each day I have not written about this event, the subtle details and freshness of the experience fade as the memory of the evening is followed and buried by the memories of all the moments since. This is troublesome to me because I enjoyed the evening immensely (as did all involved) and would like to make a record of it. This however has not happened.

Ah, well... I did have a good nap. I will not however, complain that the day was too short. I will simply say... Uh, I'm not quite sure what I mean to say.

I guess what I really mean to say is, everybody's responsible for getting their important stuff done, so make sure the stuff you're getting done is the important stuff.

Oh, yeah, and I wish there were a few more hours in the day, cause then I could tell you all about Isaiah's first bowling night AND get enough sleep to get up for work tomorrow instead of going to bed now and writing about the bowling AT work tomorrow.

Don't tell my boss, OK?