It’s a glorious childfree Sunday. I get up and manage an epic morning shift, finishing a full second draft of my ‘doorbell’ story (entitled: The Doorman). I don’t need to prepare any dinner as I made meatballs last night with the, in retrospect, ridiculous amount of meat I bought. I enjoy a bacon and egg sandwich, and more coffee.

Then the angst about the court papers sets in again. I put it aside and head off to my monthly Pathfinder session. I find myself properly getting into the game, which only heightens the irony of my character getting killed by a dragon at the end of the day. And not even a living dragon. A dead dragon. That falls out of the sky and lands on me. Oh well, I guess there are worse ways to go …

The kids come home from their weekend with Rachel, as always seeming to have a good time. I knock together a sauce for the meatballs (it’s awesome, so just remember this: a tin of chopped tomatoes, a small jar of tomato puree, a dose of maple syrup, and an equivalent dose of balsamic vinegar). The kinderbesten enjoy it which naturally means its the best recipe ever invented. I get them to bed nice and early, and then get myself to bed nice and early.

I’ve decided to start reading Locke & Key again. It’s a superb series, but only the first five volumes were available when I first started reading it. I’ve since acquired all six volumes (both in glorious hardback and user-friendly digital–thanks, Humble Bundle!) and have decided it’s time to give the entire run a fresh read. This time I plan to make it to the end. I get through the first three issues, or half of the first volume if you will. More tomorrow …