I'm not one to talk to people in the restroom; it just doesn't feel right. Get in, do your business, and get out is my potty philosophy but one of my students walked in after me today and said she needed a daddy story. You see, I tell my classes stories about my daddy because he's the funniest man in the world and they love them. I guess she was having a rough day today and needed one.

When I got back to my desk, I had an email from him, here's an excerpt:

"Something I meant to ask you and Josh when you were in town - who do you recommend as a webpage host? I'm building a page on the subject of Apocalyptic eschatology (more commonly known as Biblical end times prophecy, the Tribulation, the Second Coming, the Rapture, among other terms).

There's a whole community of like-minded (or almost like-minded - - - o.k., some of them could be really off-the-wall) folk out there, and I want to post my stuff for others to read and comment on."

Daddy's gonna be blogging... too funny!

I guess the point of this post is that I miss him already which sucks because I won’t see him until May.