Good morning once again. I say good morning since, as you may have noticed, I am writing today's post, as I did yesterday's, before 8 a.m. I am very proud of myself for being able to get up so early two days in a row. Hopefully I am starting a habit.

"So early?" you say, "Ten minutes till eight? This guy must be a real sloth!"

Well, I wouldn't fight strenuously to quash such defamation since all too often such a statement could not be shown to be untrue, but in this case that is not the case. I am writing this from my place of work. I arrived at seven a.m. after having departed my home at six thirty. Again, rising at six a.m. may not sound like much to you, but for me to do it on a regular basis is an accomplishment to be proud of. Especially since I didn't get to bed until twelve twenty last night and I didn't get to sleep until at least twenty minutes after that. So, that being said, I congratulate myself heartily.

HUZZAH for Roger!
Long may this tradition continue!

I suppose if I'm to successfully continue to provide provocative and insightful "content" for this website each (almost) day, I'll eventually be forced to resort, from time to time, to the old tried and true "Narrative of a day" format. You know, how my day went and what I did. If I continue to write in the mornings (and I think I like doing so and will), these will probably be accounts of the previous day. More likely, especially during the week, they would revolve around the events of the previous evening since my days at work usually aren't even very interesting to me let alone anyone masochistic enough to wade through these pages.

I think this is one of those times.
Yesterday, as my time at work drew to a close, my Mom called to tell me that the driver's side power window on her van was stuck about half way up and that "It's supposed to rain tomorrow!". I told her to come by our house after she got home from work. Then, as rolled out of the parkling lot, I called my wife, who was at her mother's house [I need to figure out some way to provide layers of background information without interrupting the regular flow of the narrative. Maybe this weekend, if I'm good enough at making regular posts, I'll break down and spend some time knocking this website into place with fancy high-dollar things like colors and the javascript pop-ups I used to like to use for background fill-ins.] to let her know that I'd have to go by there to get my tools to have them to work on my mother's van and that I'd just get her and take her and the Boy home with me from there. I told her I'd see her in forty-five minutes to an hour. She said that she and her mother and aunt had some more shopping to do, but should be back by the time I arrived.

If you knew my in-laws like I do, I woudn't need to point out that I had a half-hour nap in my car in their driveway waiting for them to get home. In their defense, however, I suppose I should say my transit time was far shorter than usual and that they did home almost exactly and hour after Ruth and I had spoken.

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