Where does the time go?

As is often the case, I'm on the road and away from family. Fortunately, in this messed-up modern age, there are at least tools that let us stay in touch with home when we're anywhere but.

Because of that, I know the Oldest Musketeer got his first job mowing a neighbor's lawn. And it appears the days are now numbered before I have to teach him how to shave.

Mom and I knew we were entering a new phase, what with him starting High School level material in our humble little homeschool. But why do I already hear the sounds of a graduation march? Slow down, already!

"Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin', into the fuuuuutuure!"