Quick In, Quick Out

Davis popped in around 8:30 last night. I fed him, and we all watched the Spurs lose to the Suns. He woke up long enough to eat migas with us for breakfast that went back to bed until 11:45.

We grabbed lunch at Gina's, replaced his cell phone that got stepped on in his pocket when he went rock climbing, and got our South African immunizations: typhoid, tetanus, and hepatitis A (and B for me). He slipped back in his car and down the road, hoping to make it back to Houston in time to tidy up for the Senior Class Gala tonight.

The inevitable realization that moms have to make: something is better than nothing.