This child is having a birthday.  Do you know what that means?  It means he's seven years old. This is supreme gratitude.  Kid is a day-maker, time after time.

I'm also grateful for this blog, although I'm not treating it very well.  I'm falling down on my regular features, and I haven't been writing nearly enough.  I'm blaming summer transition.

"Don't you want to play tennis?" a friend asked me yesterday.

"I don't want to do anything," I replied, truthfully.

"Just coming down from the school year?" she asked.

"I think so," I smiled.  "If I still feel like this next week, I'll call the therapist."

She laughed.  She was a teacher before, so she knows.

One thing I do want to do is have Mac's birthday party.  That child deserves a party, today and every day.