Me & Tolar

Me & Tolar don't remember signing up for this. An eighteen hour day for me. Missing prime cartoon time for Tolar. It's cold. It's windy. We're both tired. Meanwhile, my daughter (Meg) and Tolar's sister (Alex) are having softball practice. Cindy's supposed to be studying. I'm supposed to be noncontributing rather than being a  deadbeat. Of course freezing on an uncomfortable metal bleacher isn't contributing much of anything to Meg's quality of life. But some points in my karmic account and the pleasure of watching Meg cover third base are worth it. At least for me. Not sure how Tolar scores it.