Jean and Gerry arrived yesterday to a parade of puke. Hours before their arrival, Taylor called me and said “Uh, Finn just puked, we’re coming back to the house.” I thought he must have spit up or something. Oh, no. There was puke all over his face, hair, clothes, car seat, Taylor’s car, Hadley’s stuff. Oy. I still can’t figure out how you puke upward. Needless to say, Finn has NOT been himself these past few days and I am feeling horrible about leaving my sick child with Grammie and Bompie. I hope to hell Hadley doesn’t get it. (or us!!)On an interesting note, I have had ample time to study my beautiful boy’s face because he has been still and silent, which has never happened before.

We leave tomorrow for Sydney for a week. I haven’t finished laundry. I haven’t packed a damn thing and I don’t know where my passport is. But I went to yoga tonight and I have really good books for the flight so at least I have my priorities in order. (Capote bio and Didion’s Year of Magical Thinking) Plus, we have Syriana and Junebug to watch. Nice.

Perhaps I will report “from the road”. We bought thin little moleskins today at the bookstore so I can take copious notes.

Example entry:

Today is Monday and I didn’t do anything. Delicious.

I bought some green Crocs today at REI and Peter bought black ones upon my insistence. I just walked around this afternoon smiling at my feet. I love pre-trip purchases. Suddenly everything is justified because “I need it for my trip.”

Must bid TiVo good night.

A bientot.