Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)

Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.

This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.

Thursday, October 16, 2003

It's that time of day...

...when the heavy lifting really starts. Tonight, I get to take Oldest to the football game for her to play her clarinet. Easy enough, except for having to first drop her off, then go for our zoning board meeting, then go BACK to the game. Luckily, the stadium is across the park from where we have our meetings. (And maybe by the time I actually get there, the guys at the ticket booth will just let me in.)

Add to this that Miss Reba is going to have to take Middle Girl to her soccer practice tonight, and will have in tow both Boy and Tiny Girl, who singly are wiggly enough, but once put in close proximity are enough to cause insanity.

In all, it's going to be quite an evening of entertainment.

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