I wish that the weather were better today. The baby J. and I took a walk down to a local coffee house, and I got an italian soda with whipped cream - a fruity, self-indulgent treat I bought with my $20 Joe gave me as "blow" money, even though I know we're so broke at this point everything should be going into our utility bills, or vacation fund. I also bought Abe a homemade dog treat made of peanut butter and carob, which he eagerly (yet gingerly) took from me, then apparently dropped it in a corner where I found it later in the afternoon, not even a nibble taken out of it. That'll teach me to buy expensive dog treats, even if it is supporting a local merchant.
Guess I better go comfort the boy, I know his shorts are full (boys are so different than girls, he doesn't seem to mind at all that he's sitting in a diaper full of poop). All I really wanted to say was that he looked like a swami.