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I just dropped Rhys off at his first day at preschool. It's only about an hour today, with half the kids and both the teachers. It's a bright little one-room schoolhouse in the back of the Quaker meeting. He looked at the hamsters and played with play-doh, and then I kissed him goodbye and headed off, and as I closed the door behind me he started wailing. It was the "this as not on my agenda" cry rather than the "I'm terrified" cry, so I think he'll be okay. I got weepy in the parking lot, though. The school's only about a 5 minute drive from here, so I think longer term this is going to be a good thing. Some structured stuff for him, a little chance for me to do some things.

I mailed out all of the scarves that people have ordered so far for the Katrina relief benefit. Apparently silk puffs up, and that made the envelopes "non-machinable", so they cost an extra 0.12 to mail.

(Still want one?)

I picked up a perfectly intact Little Tikes Coupe Car from the curb, on the way back from the school. Yay!

That's all, for now.