But I did have fun taking Skylar on her field trip to Flandrau Planetarium, where she demonstrated her astonishing memory -- she'd only been there once before -- by ticking off the names of various rocks to her teacher, parent chaperones, and any pre-school classmates who would stand still long enough to listen.
After the planetarium show, Skylar went up to the college student who gave the presentation and announced, gravely, "At my Nana and Papa's house, I saw a show on our galaxy that talked about black holes. They swallow light and matter."
The young woman calmly replied that scientists think that there might be a black hole at the center of every galaxy, but that many of them now believe that some light can escape from a black hole. "Maybe you can be a scientist when you grow up and find out," she told Skylar.
Skylar turned away. "I want to be a ballerina when I grow up."
That was the highlight of the day. Kim and Skylar swam at the J while I played basketball. I didn't do as well as I did on Saturday, but was still better than my average. It's amazing what a little upper body strength can do for your inside game.
After we got home, I was briefly overcome with paranoid delusions that cast a serious pall over the rest of the evening.
Will I land on my feet or end up with a mouth full of sand?