We are finally there. The day before. All the work I have left has to be done today because tomorrow is for yelling and crying, which take up a lot of time.
I have only one appointment on the books but I have several people calling for whatever the hell they need. Like no one else exists. That’s how last minute people behave. Poorly. Crying and whining. They become toddlers and I gotta be the Dad. And people wonder why I don’t like this time of year.
I am taking the time to blog this only because I don’t want to do anything work related. I just want it all over. That’s tomorrow. That will be nice.
I had an early end to my day yesterday. Left office before 4. Emily had just got home from a three day yoga retreat. And it was her birthday. So I came home early, gave her a present, and we went out to dinner. And, btw, I got her the exact same thing I got her for Easter. And she loved it. How can I pull this off? Well, I got her a pair of shoes and a box of peanut brittle. Shoes were pink. Brittle was not. The shoes were a huge hit. So, I have learned, if the shoe fits, buy it in every color. That’s right, same shoes in new color and a box of peanut brittle. She loves the new shoes in the new color. I amaze myself.
Dinner in Winters at the Putah Creek Cafe. I had a cocktail I did not like. Don not send it back cuz it was my fault for not paying attention. Was a whisky cocktail. Scotch. I thought I was getting bourbon. Oh well. I will survive. Emily got a passable Old Fashioned. Dinner was good though nothing to blog home about.
We drove home, which was as strange. First time since we moved I drove down the road from Winters and when we hit Allendale Rd we went south and not east. Always a little weird not to head “home”.
I had purchased an ice cream cake for Emily. 
As you can see, there is one ice cream ball for each year. Tradition. Of course, I was the only one singing this year. That must have been a treat for her. I didn’t ask.
And then off to bed. Asleep by 10. Wow. Did not wake till the alarm went off. I am tired. More work tomorrow, lots more on this pre d-day, day. Gonna be lousy. And that IS optimistic.