My commuting story this week has been not adventure or tragedy but farce.

Monday's story about the narcoleptic behavior kid has already been told.

Tuesday, my 7am morning was canceled, so I didn't hurry into the office. I couldn't find my badge anyhow. Looked for like an hour, which took me into the kids' morning routine. Finally got them all out and rode to work where I stopped in the security office to get a new badge printed. They have a new form where you attest under penalty of perjury how and where you lost it. If I knew that, wouldn't I have it? School called at 12:30, SWMBO Junior is barfing and must be picked up.

Wednesday, worked from home. SWMBO Junior was by now fine. Nevertheless the school rules say, we DGAF about anything respiratory, but barf today, stay home tomorrow. I intended to get the truck smogged but every time I remembered about it, I had a meeting in the next hour.

Thursday, today, I rode in to the office early, and my badge didn't work at the door. Lo, it was the old badge! It turned up on its own on the dining room table. Or someone found it and dropped it by my laptop but never mentioned it. I rode home to get the new one. Remembered during the ride back that should have taken the truck anyhow because I still need to get it smogged. Arrived home in the middle of the kids' morning routine, which I never managed to avoid this week. Drove back to the office. Now looking at my clock and my schedule and wondering if I can get it smogged before the double booked meetings at lunch time