Monday.

Monday. The beginning of the task force week. The beginning of the school week. The beginning of the so-much-to-do-yet-so-little-time-in-which-to-do-it week. Mine passed uneventfully enough. I went to work at the YMCA, where I am priviledged to watch small children scamper around and have fun. Most fun of which consists of throwing balls at my head. Then laughing. Then doing it again. A great hit among six year olds. Anywho, I cleaned the inside playground for awhile, continuously thanking God that the kids were potty trained, and after that rushed off to take a drug and alcohol awareness class in order to recieve my drivers liscence. Let me tell you, I learned more about booze in one hour than I've heard in a lifetime. I now know how much gets you loopy, crazy, drunk and dead. Good to know. I guess. But it doesn.t matter, because I passed the quiz, and in two days time will be the proud bearer of a brand new, shiny, plasticy drivers liscence, which will most likely have a terrible picture, leaving me to ponder for the next few years: "Why did I smile like that??"