Spring Break is over and I an sitting Indian fashion on the end of the sofa, about 45 minutes away from taking Alison to the hospital and getting kids to school – except one. The middle one, the one who is autistic, developed a sore throat and fever on Saturday and got antibiotics at the After Hours clinic yesterday. Let’s see, Cameron was sick, then Summer was sick (You don’t want to be around Summer when she is sick.), Alison was sick and some time in this Time of Germs, I was sick. I think we will be between three weeks and a month of having someone home and not at school.

I have been staying late up on some of the Spring Break nights, because for most of my life I have been a night owl.

I had to leave writing that last bit and on my return, about an hour later, I realize that for a lot of my life I was actually a night owl and an early bird. But I am too old for that now – too old to stay up to two and get up at six.

I can remember staying up all night and all day and late into the next day and not thinking a thing about it. But lately I have read that while we sleep, our brain is making more chemicals that we need to . . . oh, think. So, getting sleep is a duty; yes, that’s it – a duty. Well, I think I’ll do my duty tonight about nine.