Today was Parents’ Day at Hogwarts, so I spent the first couple of hours of my morning in the company of many preschoolers. I’ll admit it; the whole experience actually managed to make me miss teaching a little bit, and the only thing that kept me from randomly wandering the building after my son’s time was over and popping into other classrooms was the absolute certainty that I would eventually be found out and escorted off the property, and I’m not super interested in being banned from my son’s school, at least not before he’s in seventh or eighth grade.
But yeah. It was fun, and a tiny bit nostalgic; “Yeah, I remember this” sort of stuff. Even though it’s just preschool, there’s enough commonalities there, y’know? Tonight, the boy is spending the night at Grandma and Grandpa’s and the wife and I are Going to See a Show: specifically, Wicked, which has been in town for two weeks, a run that ends tonight. I’ve read the book but have never seen the musical. I used to be a bit of a fan of Gregory Maguire’s work until realizing that he was on a downward slope with each book he wrote; if he’s done anything since Lost I don’t know about it.
I have failed twice at adulting in the past two days; I spent the entirety of yesterday in bed (again) leaving the several boxes of vinyl flooring still in my car and despite dedicating an entire post to how I don’t want an iPhone 7 last week, once I discovered today that Verizon was gonna let me have one basically for free I caved and ordered it. Space black, not the jet. And, uh, a Plus. Which may prove to be a mistake, honestly, but I want the camera. So so much for responsibility.
Speaking of, it’s noon, and I’ve done damn near nothing in the hour and a half since I got home. I’m gonna go… uh. Yeah. Do something. Not in front of the computer. I just gotta figure out what.