Last day of Summer

I went to bed last night and my daughter had still, as far as I knew, sworn off boys. I guess two quickie romances will do that to you. But sometime during the night, she not only developed a boyfriend, but she developed one of those driving boyfriends. I hate that kind. He came and picked her up and took her somewhere and then brought her back. Things like that happen in the middle of the night. And do you think that either one of them could have said "hello" when they got back? You must not know teenagers very well if you answered that in the affirmative.

And neither one did say hello, although they did manage to lay down on the couch, head to head, with a beige blanket over them in a kind of odd snuggle. (We don't actually have a couch long enough for anyone over the age of eight to do something like that, which is a big clue that I was dreaming. That, and the fact that I was rearranging a bunch of things at the end of the couch, in between the couch and some kind of table that we don't have.)

And that was that, six o'clock had rolled around, and it was time to lumber out and start pounding some keys. Pound keys and ponder the meaning of odd dreams about boyfriends that may or not materialize. Pound and ponder and prepare to fight the battles that I think the day will bring, although -- and I should have learned this by now -- the day always brings the battles I haven't prepared for. And this is where the Tao comes in, because if I had studied that, I'd know that what I really want to do is to flow through the day, to let whatever battles arise take me along with them. Why, I can no longer stand my ground in the face of an onslaught than a grain of sand can... can...

I have no idea. I should probably bone up on my Tao so I can complete analogies like that. Which will be today's battle.