We got to meet our new grandson, Wyatt. If only you could see him, as I have seen him, but his mother Maren has strict rules about posting his picture on the internet. I really do not mind these restrictions, I mean I understand them. There are lots of pedos and trolls in this world. Besides, every photographer needs a challenge. We are leaving today, flying home from Boston. The good Lord, TSA and the ATC union willing. At least the weather will be fair, if not our flight.

After a week of witnessing parental currency exchanges, where spouse versus spouse must negotiate the going rate of a diaper change—one of Declan’s poopy diapers equals three of Wyatt’s, no four, five—it will be good to get back to old folks-land, where one can feel a less guilty about a good night’s sleep. Truth be told, sleeping in the basement worked out quite well for us. I eventually took to showering down there too, even though the only shampoo available was Puck’s. I felt like such a good boy after each shower.

I am calling this trip mission accomplished, because not only did we get to meet our newest grandson, but we also got to spend a lot of good times with Declan. Oh, and then there is Maren and David too. We had such a good time that we are already on returning for the holidays. The logistics for that trip are still to be worked out. If we drive this time, we can stop in NYC and see Dan and Britt.