In which I admit that my second child didn't get to be the prince my first did.
In which I learn a lesson from a toilet cleaner.
In which I give in to the randomness of the universe and admit what music I listened to today.
Today I've spent hours going through old photos and scanning some and just staring misty-eyed at others. It's a good way to spend an afternoon, if a bit melancholy at times. I have boxes of packages of developed pictures. Remember we used to have to send them off to Kodak in Atlanta and wait forever?…