Time for Karate

Screwing around while waiting through Wee G's karate class. Goat works 'till 7:00pm every day right now, so we pick him up every evening for supper. The changing of the guard happens at Karate, two nights each week. In fact, the next shift just showed up so we'll be for the off in a couple of minutes, once the standard mother/daughter exchange of gossip has concluded. No worries. I've lost interest in most of the rubbish we have recorded on our DVR, so I'm not missing much. I am half-way through JK Rowling's second detective book. Could go back to that instead of the Telly - That's a better option and 100 years from now, JK could be regarded as a literary giant and, in retrospect, I could look quite smart. After all, Dickens occupied a similar place in the market of his day.