I guess it's not possible to still be jetlagged. Blaise is in Cairo this week.Eliot has been joining me for coffee at Volunteer Park Cafe after school drop off. She's been a little scratchy lately (maybe those elusive teeth at last?) and is missing dad-- a.k.a. "that man", following the last lengthy trip away.
We had a dinner of three women neuroscientists and a house full of kids last night and it's a lot of fun to see how the little guys get on together. An eternal mystery to me: why do little boys need to transport every single elongated object from the basement to the other floors? It's universal so it must be deep. I look to Freud.
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