Yawn

Spent the day working on a marketing plan.
Dreadful; but I am told that having a plan is a good thing. I'm willing to see it through.
I say again, Yawn. The sixth graders return tonight from their wild trip to Toronto. Their original return time was scheduled for 2330, now they've updated it to 0045. Lovely.

Update: The tykes returned at 0115. Seriously, two hours late? Just what can eleven year olds do to be two hours late?