I also have a rant (which I may or may not write) that has to do with Robert and his dealings with time and why our different attitudes towards planning end up with my feeling that he doesn't have any respect for mine. There was going to be a greatly unfair generalization about men involved in that, but I can't really blame my brother for getting stuck in traffic and being late last night. (He used Robert's theatre ticket. We saw the 42nd Street Moon production of Cole Porter's "Jubilee." I will write about that when I'm home, too.)
So I am making lemonade and adding to the list of things to write about. Yay me.