Home again, home again, jiggity jig

Well, I’m back.

Sunday, we discussed the proper amount of baking soda for pancakes, I had my one hot coffee for the year, walked around some more and had a Reuben (well, it was a panini Reuben — even this most sacred of sandwiches is not immune to being swept up in the New York trendy food of the moment).

Joel’s friend Jeff and his lovely significant other came over to visit. Beginning in early October, they’ll be in Tanzania for a year, tracking the distribution of AIDS medication in sub-Saharan Africa. That said, Jeff was horrified that I would be flying out to Southern California. I’m pretty sure these sorts of attitudes are how the east/west rap wars started.

Then I caught a plane, whereupon I read most of my brother’s copy of Freakanomics, in the hopes of ripping off some of their good questions as jumping off points for articles of my own. When someone builds that particular better mousetrap, rest assured I will be the first one to their door.

Once back on Californian soil, I was rewarded with 1) my hot and sexy wife, 2) no humidity, 3) a Double Double, Animal Style.

It’s good to be home.

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