My god it's after 11pm. I need more time in a day. More time to be present, focused and productive in my job, as a father, with my wife. I need more time to stem the tide and onslaught of dirty dishes, dust, and all the items that need to be put back from whech they came. I need more time to be a patient son and help my mother more with computer problems, access to entertainment content, and companionship. I have so few strong friendships that I can rely on for support of my own and I need to improve those within reach and reach out to those I need to reconnect to. And I need more time to write. I've got a few ideas of things I want to author and put out there, amongst the thicket of exhaustingly endless writers already flooding medium.com and every other corner of the internet. AKA the world. I've got something to give and something's got to give in order for that to be realized. Meanwhile, the Petco deal issues got resolved, and honestly, I could have been less oppositional or more proactive when the whole thing spun up, but it was isolated and not reasonable. Kids are with us tonight, Tommy starts staying through Oct (at this stage) tonight, Lauren will remain on the schedule but that will hopefully be an option fo her two. She'd just have to learn to balance her needs, be where she wants to be out of desire and intent, not obligation or fear. I think, too, Tommy MUST have SOME feelings about the circumstances other than a sense of accomplishment and freedom. Feelings about his apparent conversation with his mom in which she conceded, or perhaps a sense of loss regarding his mom's concession, and perhaps a loss of a critical emotional connection. I'm likely overthinking it. I would not be surprised if he was back at Pano at least one night within the next 7. And that will be wonderful because it'll be at his discretion. Also, we learned earlier this week that Scottie is a combination of a Yorkshire Terrior and a Bichon Friesse. Or as Lauren calls it, "Bitchin Freeze'. Face palmed myself tonight over realizing that when having lunch with Jack I locked the gate 'cause Jen prefers it, but the gardners were locked out and could only do the front. I'm usually all over that. Last note, goal topic, getting in gear for Q4 and hitting that EOY target, along with some much needed upper body toning and tightening up. Gotta start now, not next week, but tomorrow. Start a routine. Because, you know, you have all this free time to fill. :-/