slow

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Today was anything but slow, but it was by and large very very good.

M got over the food poisoning that made his red-eye flights home oh-so-enjoyable about mid-afternoon. Zozer played in her last softball game of the season, and received an adorable bobble-head trophy at the post-game pizza party. We attended a friend's daughter's high school graduation party tonight, where M got an uneasy glimpse into his daughter's sartorial future.

I don't think slow is in our vocabulary any more, except when Zo is getting ready for bed.