Great day. It's almost as though I were single, but of course, if I were single, I wouldn't be contemplating yard work. I'd've fired up a mega-doobie and baked my bare back in the hot sun as I pedaled around Madison and environs. After dropping off the boys at daycare, I drive to the credit union and cash a check that is half what I expected. I stop at Mickie's Dairy Bar for breakfast, parking the car within view of Larry and Martha's. I think about going to visit, but my stomach leads me elsewhere. As I'm sitting at the counter, I imagine what a sense of deja vu this place must have for UW grads (and dropouts from my era). Remodeling and renovations have been kept to a minimum. So anyway the rest of the morning and afternoon is spent planting peas, lettuces, spinach, and radishes. I pick up the boys and stop at McDonald's to get them supper. As soon as we get back to the house, I make a path between the picnic table and the boom box trying to retape tunes from the British Invasion era.
