As of yesterday, Trevor is done with high school classes. To mark the occasion, he slept through his alarm yesterday. It had been a while since the last time that I had to wake him up for school; I suppose that it was fitting that I did so on his last day of high school.
It will be strange next week--let alone next year--waking up, eating breakfast, and driving to work alone. My co-pilot has grown up ... and will be sleeping in. I might just wake him up for the sake of nostalgia ...