What day is it?

I found out about 3 hours ago that today isn't Wednesday. So basically I have to do Wednesday again. Which isn't all that bad because today's Wednesday was ok. But, that doesn't mean tomorrow's Wednesday will be ok. It's like a test that you had to take over again for whatever reason and bombed the second time. I would have preferred that tomorrow the Thursday. Thursday's are like weekend-eve. Like the day before christmas but it happens every weekend.

It was the night before Friday and all through the house,
Every kid was bouncing off the wall, because the school they go to has switched to a four day school week.

I wish I had a four day school week.
I hated School.
Which is in STARK contrast to the Six year old in the house that cheers on Sunday evenings.

Back in the saddle.

This is like one of those old books that I forgot I had. The one that somehow got placed on top of the book shelf, beyond sight, because there was no room in it, and there it sat. Reading it now I realize it would be a shame to quit. So much has changed, including the time I now have to update this. So why not?

Also realizing that by now typing here is just as good as talking to myself as all the old readers have well moved on. I have always enjoyed talking to myself anyway.

So what has happened since 2014?
In 2014 I just said goodbye not really updating.

So... wow 4 year recap? Good grief. Well for starters I now have time again to write as both kiddos are in school and I am back at work. Oldest of the two is in 4th grade and youngest is in Kindergarten. The sailboats have sat unused along with all my other things that would take time away from my kids and for the last 9 years the fun parts I did myself I put on hold so I could do the fun parts that one would do with their kiddos. Now, slowly, things are being brought back out. One by one. And now I find this old writing place.

I guess most of all the prompt this rebirth of writing was I sold some things today. One of which was the stroller.

I sold the stroller.
In that, if you listen closely, is my inner whatever it is in the inside screaming, THEY ARE GROWING UP. WHY ARE THEY GROWING UP? WHO TOLD THEM THEY COULD GROW UP?

Today I also took down the Christmas decorations. Part of the decorations was the mistletoe. As I handed it to the younger one, she kissed it. When asked why, she answered that's what you do under the mistletoe; you kiss it.
As a father, I'm OK with this.

So much more to say but I will keep this brief to keep from being boring.
Anyway, good to be back. Great to talk to you and see you later this week probably.