My oldest just turned 17. He's very bright but hates school. He's recently decided he's agnostic. He plans to be a Norwegian death metal drumming god. He wears aviator shades pretty much 24-7 and has recently taken to wearing a bandanna -- any color -- tied around his head, so he looks like he's auditioning for Lover Boy's reunion tour ("Everybody's Workin' for the Weekend!"). If he could, he'd have his brain rewired into his iPod Touch and do nothing but fool around with applications and games and music all day. Every day. And our couch has an imprint of his hindquarters pressed into it. He's a good kid, and I love him, but sometimes, he's why I'm tired.

Today he sent me an e-mail with these two pictures of the Queen's View at Pitlochry.



And all he wrote was, "Sometimes, when it comes to beautiful places, it's just not even fair."

My son is a perspicacious young man sometimes.