It's the weekend!

I made it through this week! Can I get a hallelujah?!

My two-year-old nephew has been staying with us for a few days. And there's the everyday babysitting of cousins and neighbor kids. And the taxi driving and the homework and the folding of the dreaded laundry. And writing the humor column. And preparing singing time. And cooking dinner and every other darned meal that these people I live with like to eat.

But do you want to know one of my favorite parts of the week? My morning run with my friends.

I think it is the only reason I am sane. Sort of sane, anyway. Unfortunately it has done nothing for my grammar.