4½ Weeks
For the last 4 weeks I’ve been home traumatizing, my now almost 4 month old, Linus. I’ve been singing “Oh no, no, I never go to work” (see Track 10 of of They Might Be Giants‘s Here Come the 123s). Next Tuesday it’s back to work for me. What’s happened to me in the past 4 weeks? Linus has gone from a drooling, breast sucking, sleeping no more then two hours at a time baby; to a drooling, bottle sucking, sleeping no more then 4 hour at a time baby. Sweden didn’t make the it to the knockout round of Euro2008. No tree hit my house. Zoë turned 4 (today!). I’ve watched lots of Star Trek on on cbs.com (I’m just starting season two!). My CSA started up (mmmm, fresh peas). By far the worst thing that happened is that my kompisar from NEC, and then Princeton University, died. Now, I get to go back to my own office, I don’t get to share one any more. A lot can happen in a day, let alone 4½ weeks.
