Writers write. It's what they do.

You didn't expect to see this.

Admit it. It's okay.

After all, I just dropped in yesterday, and here it is only one day later and I'm back.

You're glad, aren't you?

Racing. Hearing the kids call "Daddy!" as I came off the course.

Going to Ikea and not finding a bed.

Changing race tires back to street tires.

Doing laundry.

Assembling a book case for Theresa.

Grilling hot dogs.

Mowing the lawn.

Packing for my trip.

Bathing the kids.

Driving to LA.

Doesn't seem like much, but took from dawn til well past sundown.

That's what I did today.