Dad's Novel

It being Father's Day, I was going to write a longish piece this morning about my dad and the failed novel he spent years writing, and the impact it had on our relationship. But the more I think about the subject, the more I realize that the one thing I really wish he'd given me was time.

It's too late to call my dad today; that would require a Ouija board. But it's not too late for me to stop working and give my kids a day of undivided attention. Ergo, Mr. Laptop is shutting down now, and I'll be offline all day. Catch you tomorrow.

P.S. For those of you who need the support, remember there's Were-Creatures Anonymous meeting at 7 p.m. tonight, in the community room in the basement of the Rampant Loon office building. All Friends of Lon are welcome.