This morning, sitting around having some oatmeal (and refusing to listen to the voice in my head that suggests that possibly, just maybe, the Red Bull will taste good if mixed with the oatmeal) my nephew (who is in 3rd grade) asked if I wanted to read his story.

Of course I do.

So he went and got it out and as he is handing me this stack of hand written stuff, 40 pages big, he looks at me expectantly.

“No,” I told him, “you’d have to ask your mom before getting anything of mine to read.”

He just nodded.

Part of me still wants to give him some Binkles.

Separately, I was also gawked at for eating oatmeal with nothing in it. Just plain oatmeal. Sometimes in life, you need some gruel. Sheesh.

Anyway, off to adventure today. Plane tomorrow that won’t land until about midnight EST, which is kind of sucktastic.