It's done - Daniel is back at UT. I dropped him off this afternoon after his allergy doctor check-up, along with some boxes of Capri Sun and root beer, and a couple of black trash bags filled with blankets, his pillow, and things he forgot to take yesterday, like his computer monitor (carried separately, not in a black bag!), when he and Tom first checked in. His roommate Clint helped him pile it all on a cart to push into the dorm. With a quick hug and I love you, he was gone. On my drive home, I turned up the radio, but it still seemed so quiet, like the house seems now - it's a resigned quiet...a sigh.
Forgetting things...I hope he gets out of that habit. He "forgot" to check his email for two months; I'm not sure why he decided to last night, but he had several from UT about tuition deadlines, which unfortunately he missed because he didn't check his email (should I mention here that he is totally up-to-date on all of Strong Bad's emails?) Consequently, all of his classes were dropped. He had to re-register this morning; fortunately he was able to get most of the classes he signed up for originally. But GEEZ! All that wasted time and stress!
Tom wanted to kill him. I think that's a pretty natural response. I wanted to throw some things at him myself, when I found out. This morning I had calmed down a little, and actually thought of kissing the top of his head once, when he leaned it on my shoulder - it was an odd sensation, wanting to kiss him and smack him all at the same time.
Ah, Daniel, Daniel, Daniel. I hope this is the semester it all really clicks, and you accomplish all you're capable of. Anyone out there reading this...please say a prayer for my goofy, funny, smart, sweet, air-head son.