It's Thursday night, and the mood in the house is shifting into weekend mode. Boy in Black is happy because he finished the paper he was writing for AP English, an essay comparing Annie Dillard to Henry David Thoreau. Now he's figuring out which friends will be coming over tomorrow night and which ones need rides. Daughter, calling to confirm our Friday lunch plans, is happy that she has no classes tomorrow. She and her friends were heading out for a night on the town. She was wearing, she informed me, pearls with an AC/DC shirt. Shaggy Hair Boy just got off the telephone with PrettySingingCrushGirl; they are going to a dance together tomorrow night and the anticipation of that event certainly seems to be making Shaggy Hair smile. Beneath the mop of long curls, his freckles are dancing. With-a-Why has been working on a secret project -- boondoggle key chains for everyone in the family. He needs to make 20 of them, and he has three done already. He loves secret projects. Spouse is packing for a trip: he leaves in the morning for Staten Island to spend the weekend with a friend he's known since college. She's a close friend with a great sense of humor, and he is really looking forward to a couple days of talking and joking around.
And of course, the big news for me is that I finished grading my papers. What a wonderful feeling.