The stars were perfectly aligned for this. All week long I was late to bed, early to rise. Tuesday was emotionally fraught, Thursday convivially lubricated. Friday night I brought the kids up to the Manpad, got them down for the night, and decided to sit back and enjoy the inertia for a few minutes. I woke with the sun 11 hours later, blog unposted.
My first blopflop.
It's just as well, though, because without that rejuvenation I shudder to think what today could have been like. We were up and out pretty early, playing soccer in the falling leaves. By the time we made it to the pizza party on the Upper East Side, the rains had come. Which made me think of Madagascar 2, an idea I shared with about 10,000 other UESers. The shows were all sold out, and the theater was clotted with drenched children.
So we came home for a Connect Four marathon, during which Robert insisted on being the black checkers, and on going first. Clearly, Barack Obama's influence is beginning take hold.
