I am running late for a Saturday night.  It's now 10:07 and we just got home.  We had traded cars with Cicily earlier today so she could go to work in ours and we would have the Durango with enough  room to take the kids with us to Kaysville.  I know that I drove that truck for near a decade,, and I didn't forget how to drive it, but it did give me a different feel sitting up high being so big.  Didn't scared Sheila too much, and she only asked me once if I meant to change lanes while driving on the freeway.  It was for Logan's birthday, but we were also anxious to see Colton and how he's doing here we are a week after his surgery.  From what we saw he is doing great.  And even though his progress is good it just seems to be a long time before we see what we hope to see.  Course in time to come all of this will just be a flash in our memories.  Living through something sure is different then remembering something.  I told Sheila on the way home that I had thought of not shaving in the morning.  I feel real pressed because I usually start my cool down period before I go to bed much earlier then this.  So I feel some pressure about getting up early for Sunday and all that it presents.  She didn't take me seriously and just told me that I need to shave.  It really isn't that late, but we shall see.  I still have a few things to go through in my nightly ritual.  

Did enjoy the time spent with family today.  They always help me to think good thoughts.  It also makes me realize that each of us is still pretty much on our own in living our lives, and that we all have  a lot of living yet to do.  I don't take that lightly so I do try and be serious about this job of living a life as opposed to just putting in the time.  I know what it can be in the 'end' so each part of it has to be taken seriously.  It's harder that way, but much more meaningful.