Septiheptihan

Whatever the hell that means.

Busy day. Up early with the girls for a 10 a.m. softball game. Their team has really improved over the course of the season. They won last night, lost the 10 a.m, came back at 1 p.m., won that one, then lost the next (double elimination). I missed most everything past 1:15 or so because I had to go to CVG to pick up the parents. I'd been operating under the impression that they flew in tomorrow. Luckily I called Tom to see if he had their itinerary (having deleted it from my e-mail, I didn't). 2 hours before I was supposed to be at the airport (which is 2 hours away) he let me know it was today I was supposed to be there. Or something like that.

So, Sue wakes me up this morning with a brilliant plan for the rest of my life. I'm to be a fiery political commentator. The left's answer to Rush. She even has a pen name picked out for me. Despite the fact that there are roughly 10 million bloggers, journalists, talking heads and pundits out there, I seriously doubt I have either the drive or the self-discipline for that type of life.