My family has returned, and I am a happy man. The reports of Kato’s expanding appetite were not exaggerated, and Alden is, in fact, even more of a moving wall of will than she was a month ago. We’ve had a fine time catching up, even if the family spent more hours this weekend sleeping than awake.
I have no news or humor for you this morning, just proof of the return of my prodigal tinies.
Apparently, the thing Alden missed the most about life in the lower 48 was not her Papa, but Dunkin Donuts.
I’m sure that Kato would cite distance from me of late among his foremost complaints, but he still lacks any means of communicating such complex ideas, and so I’m left to wonder.
How does one interpret the inscrutable?
Robbi has returned, too, of course. I’d post a recent photo if only she’d stay awake long enough for me to take one.
