As I drove home today, I received a phone call from Cyndie ... get medicine, popsicles and pizza, Timmy has a fever and we don't have anything to eat. She sounded a bit alarmed. Being the good husband that I am, I rushed home, ran the errands, and arrived to find both of the kids in pretty good health and spirits. The fever had subsided, and the rest of the day went pretty well. The theater on the other hand took a beating. A day filled with movies left it well cluttered and with crumbs everywhere. It wasn't something a little clean up didn't fix, however.
Now it's off to plan the wiring for the kitchen!
Neal
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