Shocking, I know, but The Queen and I are still very much upright and able to take nourishment as my father is fond of saying. We've just been very busy. I guess I should be apologizing in advance as this state of affairs is very likely to continue for the foreseeable future seeing as how law school starts three weeks from today, and I still have a lifetime's worth of stuff to accomplish between now and then.
For instance, tonight was another in a series of the classes required by the state of Texas to be allowed to foster or adopt children. Tomorrow night we will be hosting the CPR and First Aid class required to be licensed as a foster parent here at Castle Erickson. Thursday night, is an optional class called "Parenting 101". The Queen doesn't need this class as she has a wealth of experience in handling kids from her days as a nanny. Me...not so much. In between, we (read The Queen) will be house sitting through the weekend. I still have to work and accomplish assorted other tasks.
I will say this though, I have never wanted to be a professional (or even amateur) hitman in all my life more than after having to sit through the class on sexual abuse. There are people in this world like The Queen and I who fervently desire and pray to have children of our own but cannot while perverted scumbags not only have kids of their own but abuse them in ways that would cause normal people to vomit. I know there is no easy way to prevent such abuse from happening, but it sickens me to know that it does happen.
On that happy thought, I have to go do the dishes and go to bed. Goodnight. Hug your kids and hold them close if you have them.