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It's a later night for me. I was just going over the day's events:

1) rode the bike to work and missed my daily team meeting. Again.
2) involved in new project that the designer and I don't really understand. It's due tomorrow.
3) and involved in new messaging project that involves charts that I don't really understand. It's due tomorrow.
4) got voice mail from Mikey. Our 11-year-old son was mugged walking home from school. He's OK. My son that is. Mikey, on the other hand, is quite upset.
5) left work early to get home. Ran to bus feeling all passive aggressive about inconvenience of f----ing mass transit. Left bike at work.
6) while I walked, made phone calls for volunteer projects I cannot say no to. Upon completing calls, walked 5 blocks muttering, "no ... no ... no ... no ... no ..."
7) met Ranger Rick in our dining room as he filled out police report for our son.
8) checked in with daughter as she worked on a project she doesn't really understand. It's due tomorrow.
9) sent Mikey and kids to district jazz concert as I went to rehearsal.
10) Mikey relayed story of how our daughter's good friend, and vocalist of band, displayed symptoms of narcolepsy on stage. Word is, she had had an accident in gym class earlier this week and suffered a concussion. During concert, she stopped singing mid-song and just stood there with her head down. Director simply walked her to the piano bench to sit down, finished the song, then announced concert was over and called 911.
11) it was quiet, and then Mikey asked our daughter if she knew the songs.

Life is stranger than fiction.