4:00, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 5:30, jazzercize; 6:30, dinner with me - I can't cancel that again; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing... I'm booked.
My wife and baby are out of town.
I miss them terribly.
But if they were both here and I had to change a diaper, I might be missing Ron Hunter invigorate Tulane's long suffering fan base.