Wanted to go cycling today, but had to stick around and wait for my parents to come over. They just got back from FLA with more socks (you’d think I ate the darn things) and grapefruit. They were a little sore I opted out of visiting my aunt and uncle on their grandchild’s X-ening today. I’m not much into religious ceremonies, be they weddings, or funerals, or whatever. A baptism has much less meaning to me than either a wedding or a funeral.
Figure I’ll tidy up the house a bit before they stop by. It’s a bit of a lost cause, though, since I’ve got boxes everywhere. I imagine by the final days, it’ll be kinda like camping.
Parental damper
