Someone back East is saying "Now why don't he write?"

This was my day today:

I got up when Jack woke up. He ate, I made lasagne for breakfast.
While it was cooking we played ball. Which is really more like fetch since he doesn't roll the ball back, but rather brings it back by hand.

We watched TV.
He napped.
I napped.

We ate again.
We watched more TV, and played a form of wrestling that consists of Jack climbing all over me and kneeing me in the face.

TV.
Playing.
Bedtime for Jack,
Doctor Who and Numbers for me.

Once Joe gets home I will shower and go to the store, something I didn't have the energy to do along with Jack.

This is why there are often days I do not write.
The End.