It is passed 6 pm already and I am still here on my computer. My son is having a baseball game at seven forty five, and he needs to be there at six forty five. I should have been ready by now, but I am not. I still need to ready myself. Tonight is the last baseball game for this season, but he has to play for summer season again. He will be very busy because they will have lots of tournament to play. I asked him earlier if he likes to play baseball and he said yes. If he could have said no, I will have him rest, and not to play for summer. I am glad he likes playing baseball, even though, it makes him tired all the time.