Hitting the SEND Button Never Gets Old (Even If Another Hit It). The Ball Is Over the Net, Hopefully for the Last Laps.

For three I've been mentoring a student as a Corrigan Scholar, and our time together went forward because we've been writing for publication as the final stage. When he chose this was what he wanted, I knew immediately I would do everything in my power to make sure it happened. It most definitely looks like it is happening, but I never have total faith until I have a copy in my hand. 

Even so, it feels good that we are in the last steps and what comes next should be the copy edits. 

As for the 81 traffic today and the mad woman who was beyond irate at it, I feel ya. Twice: to drop Cynde off and to pick Cynde up I dealt with that traffic. I'm still rolling my eyes. But, it is what it is.

I really wanted a Friday-pick-something-up-dinner, but Dad got hungry quickly and I knew I couldn't leave him alone. He'd try to cook while I ran out, so I made a fast dinner and then started tackling another project, including a few loads of laundry.

Newsflash: Dad doesn't like half-moon cookies. He also didn't like the pastries I got him, he told me, as he was eating his third in a row. That' about how it is going. He's low maintenance, but the needs he has an are enormous if you're not keeping an eye out for him. 

Now, it's another Saturday. Many good women's and men's basketball games today. Let the adventure continue.