A season of compromise has begun—
Last night my daughter asked me why I wasn’t home for dinner. I tried to explain it was because I had a late class at school.
Today I’m missing work to be part of a dog & pony show for the Art Department, in hopes that people will throw money at us. (They didn’t tell me in advance whether I’m expected to be the Dog or the Pony, so I’m bringing both outfits just in case…)
Next week I’ll miss some school in preparation for my big show.
Perhaps at some point I’ll have to sacrifice some aspect of the show to spend time with family so things will balance out in the end.