Today started as an ordinary work day, with the exception of knowing that I was driving to a public meeting an hour and a half away that was scheduled to start at 6 pm, with my client, a federal government employee, to to provide technical support to him as needed as he defends his agencies decisions to the public of this town. So it is going to be a long day, but so what? It is only 8 days past the longest day of the year,
First sign of bad news was that he called to tell me that his autistic son, who is 13 years old, is coming along, and we will be dropping him off at his brother in laws house at a town an hour away on the way. Kid plays endlessly with games with a running commentary, while my client yacks above him in oblivion.
Then we get eviscerated at the public meeting for 2.5 hours. Okay, that's what we get paid to do.
We drive the half hour to pick up the autistic kid. He has a meltdown that he has to buy fireworks. I drive them to the nearest fireworks stand, where they argue about how much he can spend for 20 minutes.
Finally get home at 10:40 pm. Kiss my wife hello, then trot down to the basement to pour a delicious 8.5% half liter of tripel from my kegerator.
Now 11:10, and the beer is gone. I am ready to go to bed.