...which is, in all reality, exactly what we wanted today. We forgot that today was fall back day, so we woke up at the normal Sunday time (7:45AM, which was 6:45AM) and bemoaned that we didn't have enough time to go out to breakfast before my church gig. Granted, it isn't a good idea to take The Boy out while we're waiting for him to heal before the surgery, but we like going out to breakfast. When I left the house at 8:15 (7:15) for a 9:30 arrival at church, I realized 20 minutes into my drive (don't ask) that the clocks had gone back. I called The Wife, she and I decided not to take The Boy out, and I went to breakfast by myself.
The Boy played, then napped, then I got home. My wife went to CVS and to pick up a sandwich, and The Boy and I played for a bit until she got home. We ate, we snuggled, we played, and I left for Evensong mass. He napped, she cleaned a bit, and I got home for dinner. Now, he's sitting in his chair, eating some Panera Bread sandwich (we have no food in the house and don't want to cook until we get back from Philly) and watching the football game - Giants are up, 28-14, in the middle of the 4th quarter.
Boring, boring, boring. That's good. He needs it. We need it. >>I<< need it.
In a few minutes, he'll be done and we'll let him play for a while. Around 8 (an hour from now), we'll start putting him to bed. At 9, I'll do my bedtime thing in the (likely vain) hope of getting to sleep around 10. Then, Aunt M will take The Boy to the doctor for a 1PM appointment tomorrow, where we'll find out if we're actually having surgery.
Sigh. It's not like our lives are on hold or anything.