Tina’s excited. And when Tina is excited, the whole house just feels warmer. She’s excited because she might have found a great school for Finn. It’s a charter school that’s not in our district, so I don’t know that we will be able to get him in there, but I know that we will try. And even if we don’t get in, it will be okay, because now we know that places like that exist, and now we have hope that we really might find just the right school for him.
Finn was pretty excited today as well. Not necessarily because of school, but instead because of the Superbowl party we attended. He didn’t give a crap about the game, but he sure loved the attention, the chatter, the cheering, and the fact that our friend’s huge television was on the whole time. He charmed fathers and daughters, decided that the ashtray on the balcony needed to be doused in water, remained forever skeptical of the blue cheese on the serving tray, and seemed to wonder why the cats were not as playful as the dogs he had encountered earlier in the day. He only tried to change the TV station off of the Superbowl once or twice, and he only tried to abscond with one or two iPhones. Basically, the kid was made for parties.
I wish I were as excited as my wife and kid, but I still am battling an illness. The worst part of it all was a 12-hour stretch starting late Friday night, during which I lost between 10 and 12 pounds as my stomach staged a revolt against the rest of my body. I still feel really exhausted, so yet again I am going to keep this entry short. Hopefully I will be up to speed by next Sunday. Till then, I hope everyone else avoids the sickness that I have.
