Super Chunk

Dan is off at the coffee shop, taking the hour of alone time that he usually gets when the kids and I go to church.  (We are not at church.  I went to church yesterday.)  (Why do I feel a need to explain that to you, internet?)  Adam and Becky are doing stuff upstairs.  I am in the basement, purportedly writing a short paper that’s due in two hours.  I don’t think the kids are aware that I’m home.  They seem to be fine (though maybe a hair too quiet).  And I’m not going up there.