The sky is mostly blue today, with big puffy clouds drifting slowly from horizon to horizon. Laptop in lap, coffee at my elbow, feet propped on the wicker coffee table. Ceiling fan set to "lazy" speed, but it's cool enough yet not to need it blasting. The patio is a great place to spend the morning.

Sean started coughing last night. Enough that he went to the store after I was in bed and stocked up on Orange juice and Gatorade. Terrible time for him to catch a cold. He's got the year ending National tournament starting Friday, and it will be 10 days of little sleep. Trying to please 400 grown men who act worse than 11 year olds won't make it easier. He usually gets sick after these huge events; going into it already not well is going to make for a rough time.

Samantha is telling me all about the bad wolf that is going to come blow our house down. We'll have to run away she says. And then she'll "stop that bad wolf". She's going to make him run away, but she can't remember how. So I'm off to find the book and remind her.

(The talk about the house being blown away has nothing to do with the recent weather events - we read "The Three Little Pigs last night. No traumatic issues here. Just in case you were worried :) )