at least, Beloved is. the situation with his mother has demanded that he return to the Land of His People, as he likes to call brooklyn. it's a very long day trip - three hours in the car one way, and then a lot of zipping up and down the avenues of sheepshead bay. he always brings me lobster from fiorentino's, a classic old italian place where the waiters still drape white napkins across their black-clad arms and never write anything down.
libby and meg and i had plans to see the movie District 9 - it looks like one of those sf films that offer social commentary in the way only speculative fiction can. but libby, alas, seems to have been bitten by the same bug that took a bite out of baby jake last week - she spent yesterday alternately shivering and sweating with buddy curled up beside her.
at any rate, i have a few hours calm before another storm - there's an argument brewing between meg and katie im going to have to mediate.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.