I apologize for the delay in posting. It's been a long couple of weeks, punctuated by a few key job interviews (one of which actually materialized into an actual job offer, which I accepted) and a lot of time consumed by that and the fact that my kids are both dancing on the edge of cold and flu season. When you are unemployed and your kids and/or their daycare provider are sick, the unfortunate yet unavoidable truth is that you will become Mr. Daddy Daycare. That's just how it is.
But I've got plenty of old story ideas that I've been thinking about fleshing out. Things like my long-standing relationship with the Smirnoff product development higher ups, and the fact that I once tried to blow my hand off with a roman candle. Some real nuggets. Also, plenty more birthday party invites as well. I'll get to them soon.
Tomorrow at 4:15 am, my pal Pete Perzan is going to pick me up at my house, at which time we're going to drive to the airport, fly to Portland, rendezvous with my brother Joel, and engage in the ritualistic killing and eating of the mighty Dungeness crab. If the story of this weekend is entertaining enough to tell, and if I get enough interesting pictures, then that will likely be my next entry.
In the meantime, please enjoy this picture of two squirrels doing it.
