Got a phone message at the office from eldest’s school. Her stomach was upset and she’d had an accidental collision with another student that had twisted her glasses. Could I come and get her?
As soon as Mike came by with the car I did just that. Her stomach seems to have settled since, at least enough that we went out together to pick up youngest, drive by the optometrist’s, get her glasses fixed, schedule their eye exams for next week, run by a convenience store, pick up some ginger ale and get everyone home.
Now to get my marking groove back. . . .