All I did today was run into houses and cook food. It was weird. I started at 8:30 cooking Mr. T.D.'s breakfast, and by days end had done 2 lunches and 3 dinners, the last of which was the one I made for me and The Hub at 8:00. By that time it was all I could do to fry up some fish and throw some redskin potatos in the microwave.

And all of my clients are suffering from various - ahem - bowel problems. So this is the first time my rear end has hit a chair for more than 10 minutes all day. It was very much a clean as you go kinda day.

But everybody has problems....

my last client has a little boy in elementary school who was in tears over a fight he had with a classmate.

"What could be so bad in the third grade?" I asked, in a moment of naivetee. Actually, I remember clearly, and know from talking to grade schoolers now, that elementary school is its own particular kind of hell which is only made worse by grown ups thinking that whatever you are going through is cute and / or funny.

"This kid had a booger and he wiped it on my shirt!"

I looked at him solomnly, and put my hand on his shoulder. "You, my friend, have had a bad day."

"You're telling ME!" he exclaimed, but he did seem relieved that someone had at least heard him

Also, he thinks I am the greatest thing since sliced bread because his ball went down into an area where all the neighborhood kids say that there are snakes and I promised to retrieve it from there tomorrow when I go back ( I was running so late today that by the time this problem came up I was out of daylight with which to solve it) So if you don't hear from me for a few days you'll know the kids were probably right. My luck there's probably a python down there.

Anyway, at least everybody has clean laundry, so I got something accomplished.