So it's 60 and drizzly on this mid-May day. Imperia woke up at 3:30 and wouldn't go back to sleep until I laid down on the floor next to her bed, where I ended up staying until 6. about an hour after I rolled back into my own bed, Rambunctious appeared: "I don't feel well."
Willow graciously let me sleep a bit more while she got the kids up and settled, an appointment for Rambunctious at 10, Imperia staying home today, too. And she was even more gracious by encouraging me to keep my racquetball game while she had the kids at the doctor's office.
Then I lost three games in a row, only to go down to the locker room to discover that despite almost weeks of increased exercise, and 5 days of drastically reduced calorie and fat intake, I had gained a pound. Fun.
I got home at the same time as Willow and the kids, went down to help Rambunctious (now feeling really sick) out of the car, when he "sicked up" (the kids' coinage) all over the place.
But for a little bit this afternoon, despite all of this bad day stuff,one thing has made my day:
This article was accepted with so few edits that I re-sent a final draft to the editor in 15 minutes. The journal (the second I sent it to since pulling it from the collection), is not a big one, but it's a good quality pub, so I'm happy that the essay has found a home, and that I'm that much closer to having the minimum research quota filled for tenure.
In the meantime, Willow is finishing bedtime with the kids, and I suspect that there's an early bedtime in store for the whole family. Now if it will only be warm and sunny tomorrow.