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My dinner tonight was a thruway station burrito
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I'm not saying that this has been a bad week or that this has been a good week, but if you're trying to sum it all up then that 7:30 PM tin-foil wrapped mess of slightly brownish guac and who-knows-how-old chicken needs to be taken into consideration.

Some things have been going rather nicely, actually. Owen's birthday went well, and J's parents were up to celebrate with us. We converted his crib into a toddler bed, and so far he hasn't crawled out and wandered into anyone else's room in the middle of the night, although I do think he's fallen out of bed at least once. We also turned around his carseat and in so doing discovered at least some of the source of that funny odor in the backseat of J's car. Her parents brought up the top half of the bunk bed in James' room, and he's excited (whenever we can find another mattress) to move up to the top bunk. The boys had a nice time at the Halloween party at Pearce, at least for about the first three minutes, after which Owen insisted on "moe" candy and James, reaching his point of social saturation, laid down on the gymnasium floor and repeatedly asked to go home.

Today was a full day for me. I had two concerts in Buffalo this morning, then drove straight to Fredonia, taught for six straight hours, got in the car, and drove two hours back, picking up said thruway burrito along the way. I ate it in the dark in my car while listening to an old episode of The Bugle podcast and spilled some burrito fluid on my second best pair of suit pants. Some things can't be helped.

And now I'm home for the night, and wondering if we'll have a babysitter for tomorrow night or not. (J has choir rehearsal, I have Carmina Burana in Syracuse.) We'll have tomorrow morning together though, and that means a long run outside, which is all that I wanted to do today while I was teaching. It will mean a trip to the grocery store, so that next Wednesday I can pack an actual lunch for myself and don't need to stop at the Angola Service Plaza Moe's. We might even stop at the liquor store and get some scotch, though one of the podcasts I listened to today (all about how important it is to start saving for retirement early) dampened the idea of another expensive bottle of single-malt.

Mostly though, I'm hoping to read tomorrow. I've been in a bit of a reading funk. Last week (14 service week between all three orchestras) was basically spent entirely either in driving, playing the trumpet, or collapsing into bed. I had started re-reading I, Claudius, but then I lost my copy of it in the basement and didn't find it again for several days. Then I started re-reading The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, but I lost my copy of that at some point while looking after the boys, and I haven't yet rediscovered it. J recommended the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, and I thought the first couple chapters of that were great, but then she hadn't finished reading it yet and wanted it back, so that was the end of that. And last night I brought the first Harry Potter to bed, but I decided to turn the light out early and go to sleep.

And then I didn't fall asleep until 1 AM. I had a bunch of emails sitting unanswered in my inbox about scheduling lessons. I kept on thinking about how I needed to fill out the paperwork to renew the Star Application, and which documents I needed to upload to our health insurance application. And I owed my Gates choir sub a check. And my car has a check engine light. And we need a babysitter for tomorrow night. I googled information about trumpet mouthpiece throat sizes, and then I googled my own name plus "trumpet," and found my own blog page. And then I laid in bed some more and tossed and turned, and then it was after 1 AM and I decided I probably ought to cancel the 5:30 AM Latin reading with Calvus. (So sorry about that...the extra hour and a half of sleep was the right choice, though.)

And now I'm back home, and I still smell like that burrito.

J and I were sitting on the front step the other day having coffee and watching the boys scooter back and forth, and she sized me up. She told me I have more than a few gray hairs.

This is one of those weeks where I can't quite wrap my head around the fact that this IS in fact adulthood...and apparently adulthood is eating a thruway burrito in suit-pants and wondering if you have enough money while listening to other people legitimately argue that Donald Trump might be a good president while driving in the dark.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ug0PYot-mE