We broke the tradition today because YG had a sleepover last night in Orinda (and a "baby shower for the homeless" Scouts event at 11 am today). So I was taken out to a lovely breakfast by Sarcasm Girl and the Spouse, then drove out to Orinda, listening to The Golden Compass
, which I have not read; captured the girl, drove her to her Scout event, then came home in time to be whisked off to a movie by the Spouse (MIssion Impossible: 3
--probably the best line is when Our Hero tells his new wife about his profession. "I work for an agency called the IMF." "What does that stand for?" "Impossible Mission Force." "No, really." "Really!") Now the family is making dinner (with only minimal input from me) and I am drinking a glass of wine and updating my blog. It's been un-San Francisco-like weather: over 80 degrees, and sunny--which seems like a kindly gesture from the Gods, but more likely a sinister sign of global warming. Tonight I'm going to watch the series finale of The West Wing
and dream of alternate universes.
Joyous Mother's Day to all of you who are, or have, mothers. Also aunts, cousins, sisters, and daughters.