Abe often cuddles with us in bed before we go to sleep, but once the lights are out, he has to go to his own bed. He was laying at the foot of our bed a few nights ago when we told him that it was time he go to his own bed. He stood up, wiggled over to my face, licked me on the nose, licked Greg on the nose, and then hopped into his own bed. The creature gave each of us a kiss goodnight! I am so impressed with our doggy parenting skills.

I have a lot of technical books left over from college. Sarah does not like this. And while Sarah doesn’t like me to hold onto anything, she is particularly persistent about the destruction of these books. They are heavy, clutter up one of several unused rooms in her house, and have no value whatsoever. While some could clearly have a use, I admit that most are old reference manuals for computer architectures that were popular in the last decade and haven’t been opened in six years or cover topics that I have long since found interesting or useful in my life. Still, you never know where life is going to take you.

Two weeks ago, I finally relented and got rid of a couple books. Just a couple because I was still hesitant about the whole process. Yesterday, one of my colleagues at work sent out a desperate call for the very book that I had just thrown out. If only I had held onto it, the world could have been a better place.

When Sarah heard this, she looked up to the heavens and asked, “Why do you hate me?”

We got a very official looking document in the mail the other day. Jury duty. I stood in the kitchen reading the details on the card, and Greg walked in and started reading over my shoulder. He looked amused. Then he looked at the name on the card.

“Wait, that’s my name,” he said, startled. “No, oh come on, not me!”

Yes, you. The government wants you, Greg.