mornings/mournings

Yesterday I was really tired and sore from the heavy Saturday painting so I ended up sleeping in. I finished painting yellow second coat and some touch ups but didn't start on any tope. Took William swimming for a while then collapsed in bed early. Woke up at five to discover that his friend's fish had died. This is a new thing for me as a dad, dealing with dead pets. I though that this fish was the one that had recovered and it was William's fish that is more in danger. It gives me a sinking feeling. William has an all day camp today that he's already on the verge of rebelling against, even though it was his idea. This could be a very bad morning.