My Twenty-Four Hour Summer

Yeah, all work made Jack a dull boy alright, and a borderline psychotic one too. So I took this weekend off before the kids went back to school. I spent a day with my nine year old getting tumbled by big surf - laughing, coughing, gagging and drinking up half the North Atlantic. Now they're all asleep and this day was well spent. You can't save days, but maybe if you're careful and lucky you can spend a few of them well. Monday is waiting though, just over there, to pull me back into the long march