Dropped Dean's friend off at the train station so he can make his way back to Pennsylvania, where he's in school. Dropped Dean off at his dorm. Moved all the clocks ahead an hour. Drowned my sorrows, just a bit. Nope. Didn't happen yet. I don't quite know what my excuse actually was, other than knowing I was heading into a tough week at work.
My son, then about 4 years old, was being his wild self right at bedtime. I said, "no more monkey business!" in my best stern-mom voice, and he looked me gleefully in the eye and declared, "infinity more monkeys!"