My work hours continue to be long and arduous. Since Christmas Day, I’ve been working seven days a week and rarely get home before 8 pm. Awaking earlier than usual to take my grandchildren to school this morning, I felt an intense need to do something unexpected and fun. We skipped eating at home, and I surprised the kids with breakfast at a donut shop. I don’t buy donuts, don’t even particularly like most varieties of the fat-laden confections, but today felt like a donut day. The children were, to say the least, thrilled. Certainly not a typical Wednesday. We dodged puddles from last night’s storm as we ran across the parking lot to the small donut shop, one where we’ve not eaten before. The children’s eyes gleamed with anticipation as they made their choices from the array of glazed, chocolate-drizzled, jam-filled, and sugar-coated concoctions. I felt the need to text apologies to their teachers for the over-activity that was sure to follow our sugar-overload. We left full and happy. Not bad for Wednesday morning.