Lisa and I went to the ice cream shop and bought a regular ice cream sheet cake. We had it inscribed: Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. Luck was on my side because my father did not raise hell or give me a hard time. Apparently he wanted a regular ice cream sheet cake. Will wonders never cease?

Now I must iron and pack. Tomorrow I fly to Chicago. I will be there for 4 days. Hopefully all will go well. I am going by myself, the other team members weren’t invited. This is either a good sign or a bad sign. Although, I suspect that if they were going to fire me, they wouldn’t ask me to stay until Thursday. Gosh, I am so paranoid.

I hate ironing. Of course that raises the question, why did I buy so many pairs of linen pants? I am a masochist.