A Kind Of Nothing-To-Say Day

Well, not much to say today.  Mom and dad went to the library yesterday for their fix, so that means I won't be spending quite as much time in here for now.  They came home with another stack of books, and even though dad tries to split his time "evenly" between reading and writing, he has a hard time putting a book down once he starts it.
     He's really good at making excuses, and he's a horrible procrastinator (wow, that was a hard word to say, never mind to spell!).  He says he wishes he had more time to spend on both (reading and writing), but life and work have to get in the way.  He and I have to split his early morning quiet time on the computer, something that he doesn't like to do sometimes, especially when he has lots to write.  He says he'd do more of each at night if he could stay awake long enough.  He's told me that he's thought about getting up at 3:30 or so, but then he'd probably fall asleep at work before the end of the day!
     Mom says he's an old fart like me, because he's always falling asleep while they're watching t.v.  I say there's nothing wrong with sleeping. 
     Mom's also concerned that she comes across as a bad person in some of these posts, so let's get it straight right now:  she's the coolest mom in the world, and I wouldn't trade her for anything or anyone.  Especially when she gives me the good food (even though I'm not supposed to be able to tell there's that pepcid shit in there!).  Anyway, dad needs to get on now, so bye.