Good Morning Gentle Readers,
By junior high school, the House Blond's academic achievement put her well past my ability to offer any meaningful help with her homework. My desk is big enough to perform an autopsy on, but the sink is on the bar, not the desk. There's comfortable work space for two people across from me, and that's where Katie spent many of her evenings during the school year.
During tax season, she and I often worked together. Taxes on my side of the desk. Chemistry and such on her side. Every so often I'd throw a tax question at her, just to show I wasn't no dummy. Most nights, though, my intention was to offer a little moral support while KT diligently worked her way through stacks of biology and statistics homework. Moral support included suitable fortification. And sometimes some decent music.