My day started at 5:30am on this stormy Wed. After a full 

day at work and two hours of crazy commute back, I made

guacamole and mom made soup and we had a nice supper. Finally,

time to take a little rest. Or so I thought.

The minute I put up my feet on the stool, Tim delivered his

math homework for review: "My math. Please." matter-of-factly.

"Lord, I don't owe this much!" moaned I in exaggerated despair.

"No. You don't." came the swift and hard-hearted retort: "You owe much more!"