A note of warning before I begin: If you are a feminist who happens to be of the persuasion that not only are men and women equal but interchangeable, then this post will most definitely piss you off. If, however, you are of the more rational feminist stripe and merely assume the equality of men and women, I don't see how this entry will raise your blood pressure at all. And if you are a male (feminist or not), deep down you know that what I'm about to say is one hundred percent true. Admit it.
That being said, I'll pick up at the point this past week (Wednesday evening) when Anna and Sofie turned right around and left by big ol' jet airliner to go be with Anna's sister, Teresa, who is (still) on the verge of giving birth. (She didn't so Anna and Sofie had no choice but to return last night. Keep Teresa and the baby in your prayers.)
So here we were: We'd just gotten in from San Diego the night before. I got up and went to work and taught my two classes. I come home and Anna and Sofie are packed for Texas (via Oklahoma). I had about an hour or so with them, then it was drop them off at the airport and return home. The next four days were spent in somthing like a dysfunctional fog. I went to work. I taught my classes. I arranged the next week's child care. The rest was empty space filled by a bit of reading, some checkbook tabulation, and a lot of movie watching (X2, the three LOTR movies). Though I