Karen and I had a parent-teacher conference at Julian's school. He's really doing well, which is wonderful news. After all, we're spending a lot of time and money raising him, and it would be good if he could go to college in the range of a decade to a decade and a half.

I planned to donate platelets again, but I have a sore-throat style tickle, so it's safer if I don't. I feel better now than last night.

I got home before Karen, and cooked lunch for the triplets and some portion of tonight's dinner. I then came downstairs and goofed off on the computer. It's a fascinating life I lead.

Time for something to drink. My throat, it is parched.