Nobody wants to hear from me at length on a Friday night, so I'll give you the digest form:
I have a pumpkin pie in the oven.
As of 9:00, the kids are wide awake, out of bed, and throwing a Nerf football in the house.
Matt went to the grocery store and then went back downstairs to work with one of his guys. This is one of those periods where we have only brief, catch-up conversations a couple of times a day.
Today I worked out with Pretty Neighbor. We're on level 4 of Jillian Michaels's Ripped in 30 dvd and we're getting stronger. There is no level 5, so if we're not "ripped" soon, I'm going to contact the Better Business Bureau.
I have been watching the Basel ATP tennis championship whenever I've had a moment home today. I'm getting ready to tuck into Roddick v. Federer, as soon as the kids are in bed. We have ESPN streaming on our xbox, and for a non-grand slam event like this, they show every match. I've thrown a big fleecy blanket over the couch and I'm about to make some matcha tea. It's my special mama time. I just made a general announcement: "I'm about to watch tennis; please all of you see to your own affairs."
Hank started karate today. OMG. Hank in a dojo might be like when Bob Dylan found the music of Woody Guthrie. It gives him an entire new discourse, a tradition, and a mode of becoming more essentially himself. Just one moment from the experience: we were meeting the director yesterday, and having a little one-on-one lesson and orientation. He asked, "Hank, are you a righty or a lefty?" Hank thought a moment and then held up his right hand. "Well, this is my punchin' hand," he said.
My mail lady Margaret, the only other ardent liberal outside of my household that I can count on seeing everyday, pulled her jeep up into my driveway to tell me, "Herman Cain needs to go home and sit himself down and stop talking!" Word to that.
Weather continues to be gorgeous. It's that shorts-and-a-jacket time of year. Love that look, especially on preschoolers with nobby knees.
Please have a nice evening and I will return in more narrative form tomorrow.