Football; Family-less

There's nothing quite like throwing the football around on a blustery fall day. Mike, Dave, and I worked on accuracy by trying to thread the needle, so to speak, by launching footballs through small spaces on a swingset. 10 points for throwing it between the ropes. 20 points for getting the football to stay in the swing ("make the ball the baby!"). And 10 points for throwing it over a tree and onto the captain's deck. Meanwhile, little Ben watched (read: slept) through his first OSU game. It was a special moment.

Jenna is at her mom's for a couple of days, which means I'm suddenly wife-less and child-less for the first time in months. I don't know how well I can convey how different this feels. "Now I can do whatever I want, all the time." Except its not whatever I want, its home improvement, minus Tim Allen. I feel like I am in bizarro-world, mentally. When at home, I'm so used to knowing exactly what the babies are doing, what they've been doing, and what they will need in the next two hours. Now that I don't have to (for two days), all this "thinking space" is freed up so I can think about important issues, like Dumbledore's sexuality, and wish I had never known.

I did, however, sleep through the night for the first time in four weeks. I woke up completely refreshed...yet somehow I am more tired during the day. Go figure.

I will write nothing about the Red Sox except a response to your comment, Justin. I actually don't mind Ortiz. Its Manny that gets me...he's such a good hitter, but his defense and baserunning are so bad...he's the opposite of me in pretty much every way, down to the pajama uniform. But I like Beckett as well.