Back from the gym, off to the shower. Later I’m taking the boys to The Salvation Army to look for more rock band t-shirts.
At Busdaddy’s. He’s sleeping, thank goodness, and isn’t running a fever. I was afraid he was coming down with that ugly “something” that has been making the rounds.
I won’t be here but a few hours. I want him to wake up on his own and tell me he feels better.
At that point, I can leave.

Seems like a strange subject for a T-shirt.