Dear Gods, Is It That Late?

It is indica­tive of my (lack of) brain func­tion today that I near­ly typed “dogs” there in the sub­ject line. I had a migraine this morn­ing, pushed it back, and am fight­ing it again now.

The kids are off swim­ming, as the com­plex pool opened today. I’m glad they’re enjoy­ing it, and that they’re old enough to go with­out me.

Sam took the car this morning—as much to keep me from dri­ving as any­thing else, I think.

Today’s Kevin & Kell is great:
Evo­lu­tion

Com­mer­cial space flight takes big step up
Oh — if space flight inter­ests you at all, and you haven’t yet read Kings of the High Fron­tier by Vic­tor Koman, do it!

I’m not cer­tain the avail­able car­pet rem­nants are going to seam­less­ly cov­er our bed­room. Does any­body have some lay­ing about?

Hap­py: I have two hand­some men email­ing me 🙂 New ones, I mean.