Two months and two days

Don't know if much has happened in the last two months--nothing beyond. Trip to Portugal, Sweden and Spain. Three weeks as a bachelor, just me and Oskar. Three weeks of frozen piazzas, about 40 tortillas and a lot of cheese. Three weeks of putting things off, three weeks of moping. But now the family is back, back to chaos--down with order!

August has teeth now, two, maybe even three. Ruby has what? More attitude? Hope not. Where was that girl of three, so sweet?

It feels good to write--feels like I haven't written anything but work emails for 40 years. So much inside--good to expunge--but that isn't what I'm doing now, is it? I'm just typing to see myself type.

What is a blog? A diary exposed? But if no one knows it is here--then it is privately public, right? Like having a secret redezvous at Notre Dame--anonymous amongst the sweating (it is August in this simile), garish (and American) throngs.

So, I'm picking Jennifer, August and Ruby up at the airport tonight. They get in at 9:00, but won't be out until 10:00--but they might clear customs in Seattle--if that is the case then they will be in the domestic terminal, right? I'd better find out.

And I'm downloading some music--per The Week's recommendations--we'll see how good it is.

And the Senator's made a compromise to avoid the "nuclear option"--think it should have been all out war--oh well.
jbird