The towel is still hot from the dryer when I get out of the shower. Early this morning MB and I did epic laundry, filling the back of the van with a months worth of clothing and sundries. I haven’t looked at many of my shirts in some time, I need to thin the herd of the wine stained and worn. That I can go nearly a month without doing laundry is a testament to that reality.

Yesterday I met and held little Henry. We arrived just after his circumcision and were regaled by my brother-in-law’s mother with stories of penises past, “Of course for a time everybody got one, you didn’t even get to see your baby until all that was done. They never asked you, it was just assumed, you know, for health.”

I can’t answer the eye question as he didn’t open them while I was there, but he has a thick head of dark black hair.

Last night the usual suspects celebrated all things Angela, with food, booze, and funny. She was gifted many fine things and shown the love we all have for her. Very shortly we will be furthering the festivities by schlepping her off to the Missouri wine country to enjoy the absolutely perfect fall weather. In fact, that should be happening right about now.