Speaking of Dropping

There was a knock on the door at 10:00 last night.  Kind of late for that, and we weren’t sure what to think.  The timing put some of the scarier possibilities at the top of the list.  Could have been just the neighbors.

It was my mother, dropping off Easter candy for the kids, on her way from something she’d been doing nearby.

When seeing you is a relief and you come bearing gifts, it’s harder to be annoyed.  The kids had stayed up late, partly a DST artifact, and I was reading them Mother Goose and winding them down.  For a change, Sadie peeked out to see what was up, then got in bed, intent of going to sleep.  Valerie was wired and thrilled to see Grandma.  Henry is having stranger anxiety.

I really need to grab another coffee and work on “tweaking” my resume the rest of the way.  Or adjusting the user experience, if you prefer.  It’s essentially there and I slept on it (for too small values of sleep) to finish this morning and toss to the winds.

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