The Who came to work with me today. He was a great cube-mate.
The Philly double decker bus tour is still interesting, even having done it at least five times.
It’s hot, but it’s tolerable. Thank you, Universe, for this weekend.
Philly, Philly, Philly, Philly. That’s what you do when you have out-of-town guests.
We had cheesesteaks for dinner, even.
The relationship between my nephew and The Who is just a delight to witness.
Still with the working mom guilt, but getting better. I’ll be happier when he is back in school and the routine is more stable.
I intended to go to bed at 10, but then I got sucked in by technology.
The mail chute that leads directly to the post office in my building was one of the highlights of The Who’s day at the office. We didn’t even use it; he just remembered it as being cool.
I hand-fed him bits of Pirate’s Booty on the bus this afternoon like one would dose a child with medicine. Sometimes, that’s what a snack is with this kid. I think we are all beginning to understand it this way.