The short story, by the way, is "The Cold Equations" by Tom Godwin. He couldn't remember the title or author, I ran the premise past a friend of mine who's like a dictionary of sci-fi, he identified it, and I found it online and printed it out for Josh. I'll give it to him when I see him on Sunday.
Mom's in Chicago this weekend for a Montessori convention, so Lili is coming to stay with me. She always gets so excited to stay at the apartment and I feel lame because there's not a whole hell of a lot for a ten year old girl to do here. So we watch a lot of movies and take the bus downtown Holland and make coffee and play Skip-Bo and I make food she likes. I went shopping for the occasion; I don't keep a ton of food in the apartment because I'm more of a grazer than a meal-eater these days. So I got stuff to make tacos and spaghetti, which has the added benefit of killing some time rather than just making sandwiches.
I just talked to Paul on the phone for a while. Talking to him always brightens up my day.