Wednesday he has to report to the army for basic training. I wonder if that has anything to do with it. My daughter is at his place now, being Florence Nightingale. The child of a working mother still has not figured out how to convert ingredients to palatable food. Brunch was corn flakes.
Dinner is still in the planning stage.
I wanted to talk about our hypocrisy about sex. I carefully avoided reading the Starr Report but heard enough on the radio. Maybe some other time. I wanted to talk about the cinema because all of the sudden I have seen a lot of good films. Maybe I'm growing young again.