Your laptop is in the car, you are outside the car, and your son has locked the keys in the trunk. Welcome to the start of my day. The last of the soccer tryouts was at 8:00 am this morning which means we were there at 7:45am. I should also mention that it was raining, it was cold and windy, and my coat was inside the car as was my cell phone. However, my purse was not and I carry a second cell phone for work since my job does not permit employees to conduct a business on a company paid-for cell phone. (I get all my writing calls on my cell.) Plus, it's none of their business who I call anyway, hence the second cell phone. Today that was a good thing, since I was able to call home, explain where the extra key was, and then freeze in the cold windy rain for twenty minutes. I also had the puppy in the doggie purse. The puppy and I stood under some trees and shivered while my son stayed nice and warm running around playing soccer. They ended the tryout 45 minutes early on account of the rain, so I hardly had time to get warm and start up the laptop before he was tapping on the window. He made the team, so that's nice.

This afternoon, the darling child had to finish his report on Julius Ceasar (Argh!) I could NOT stop myself from making some corrections on the last pass after he'd fixed most of the issues himself. He'd asked me to proofread and my fingers just went and made changes like they had their own little editing brains. Scary. But first the Julius Ceasar book went missing and he was looking at ending the paper with "and somebody else took over after Caesar died." But then we found it. We made the laurel wreath head thingee and then the toga also went missing for a while. Sigh. Oh, and I showed him my text to speech application and how to make it talk. That was good for nearly an hour of delightful 10 year old boy level humor. Eventually he got bored with that.

So, I got very little writing done today. Plus, it occurs to me that this post represents the most excitement I've had in quite some time. In terms of the blogosphere, that's pretty sad. It's not the Liz Maverick Bikini post (you'll have to scroll down). In terms of life, well, my "excitment" speaks for itself, doesn't it?

I'm going to go see if I can fix my synopsis.