I did have every intention of it being a relatively normal Saturday:  a little work, and little down time, maybe a little TV.  But shortly after I got up at 8:00 a.m. it all changed.  And to think that Sheila was in on it the whole time!  I was sitting there in our bedroom in my pajamas when the patter of little feet broke the moment.  Our youngest son and family were here to fix breakfast in honor of Father's Day.  That changed my mood for the day and I never did recover.  (not that that was a bad thing)  We had a nice and big breakfast and a nice time just talking, and when they left I was toast.  Richard did not come back to the office on Friday so I left work until he adds what he had (whenever that will be).  I spent time 'pondering' (with and without eyes closed) until Sharolyn and David got here in the afternoon after which we all went to dinner.  That  made 2 big meals for the day and that along with my mood change to vacation mode pretty well did me in for the day.  I look forward to others coming tomorrow and another day of no work, and even better, more Father's Day attitude.  It always makes me feel good, but it also embarrasses me a bit because I give all of the credit to the mother.