On these early school mornings Cici and I sometimes stagger from the house to get to marching band practice on time.  Last night a physics lab report took a lot of time.  This morning when I got up I had to review Cici's work before we could leave.  We got to school on time but a little later than usual.  Tonight I need to go to sleep at 8:00, Cici told me when I woke her in the car when we arrived at school.  It can be tough, but there is a good side to these early days for me, which is having extra time at the office before the phone starts to ring.

One problem with blogging is that I sometimes can't remember whether I wrote about something or not.  For example:

Did I tell about how I was stuck on the elevator in the parking garage at the airport when I went to pick up Ping and Cici earlier this month, or did I forget to mention it in the excitement about having the girls back home?  I was afraid the girls would arrive and I would still be stuck on that elevator.  Ringing the alarm didn't attract anyone's attention.  There was no telephone in the elevator.  I finally figured out how to open a little door that had a button inside.  There were no instructions but I pressed the button and could hear a phone ringing. 

There was no concern in the voice of the lady who answered.  When I told her the elevator was stuck and I was trapped inside she didn't inquire about my health or safety.  It was only a hundred degrees that day.  She only asked if the doors just wouldn't open or if the elevator had dropped.  It dropped, I told her, then it got stuck and the doors won't open.  Okay, I will send someone, she said, and hung up.  She never asked or checked back to see if I was okay.  There wasn't even an apology when someone eventually rescued me from that very hot contraption.

Well, the story isn't very relevant to the blog anyway.