Tugging on Superman’s Cape

Spitting into the wind. Pulling the mask off the old Lone Ranger. Messing around with Jim. All things you shouldn’t do, as Jim Croce noted quite some time ago.

I’m tugging on Superman’s cape with one hand, pulling the mask off the Lone Ranger with the other, kicking Jim in the shins, and spitting into the wind—all at the same time. Yes, that’s right: I have a lot of work due this week, and I’ll be damned if I’ve gotten much of it done over the weekend.

I did, however, help clean the house and do laundry in preparation of my parent’s triumphant return from their week in Mexico (did I mention that here? I have this nagging suspicion that I didn’t…anyway, yes, Marin and I were trying to juggle school, work, and taking care of ourselves, Maxi, and our grandma over the last week.) Marin and I also wandered over to Salem on Saturday, on an ill-fated quest for cheap video games. (Toys ‘R’ Us had a buy-two get-one-free sale, but the racks had been thoroughly picked through.)

So today was mostly sleeping in late, followed by four hours of math-related computer programming and a pitiful stab at writing yet another tax accountant letter to a client.

Dear Bob: You owe your government money. You now owe me money as well. Congratulations!


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