Being with family has been better than I expected (though I'm reserving the decision to rescind my previous reservations until after I've seen my sister) but it sure makes for dull writing. Where's the wit in rocking your five year old nephew in your arms until his breathing becomes steady again after he cries his eyes out in the bathroom because his parents are out for the evening? No, no wit there. Just unbridled affection. He's a very tender boy.
So I thought I'd take this time to... to... look ahead to 2010? Reflect on how my kids have grown? Ponder the Middle East crisis?
Heck no. The kids are down. I'm having a beer.