I am a punctual person

It pains me to be late. I view it as the height of arrogance, the
assumption that my time is somehow more valuable than that of the
people with whom I am supposed to meet.

I just misse the first flight connection of my life. I was ON the
plane already. We deplaned, against my will, because of a desire to
stretch legs, use a regular bathroom, and feed the baby. Marantha was
convinced the fligt reboarded at 6:42. I was convinced that it left at
6:42. She was more convinced than me.

So we are dinner and changed the baby. And got back to the gate at
6:45. Flight was still there. But they wouldn't let us on, because
they started boarding 20 minutes earlier.

Our bags--including baby paraphenalia--were in our seats. This is
going to be a long night. We were able to get onto the 8:40 flight.

My screenplay

I'm working on a screenplay. It is tentatively titled, "What OSHA has to say about Birkenstocks" with a subtitle of, "Why hippies don't work in machine shops."

The plot centers around a guy who is finishing up a woodworking project for a buddy, and thoughtlessly goes down to his shop wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and sandals. While in the shop, he accidentally drops a 4 1/2" steel C-clamp on his little toe.

I'm shooting for an NC-17 language based on violence and adult language.

I've got one thing to say to you...

Emerson has started saying things. The trouble is, she says them once--
enough to get whomever is in earshot good and excited--then
steadfastly refuses to say them again. In the last 24 hours, she has
said "Teddy" while pointing at her stuffed bear, and "juice" when I
packed up her juice for daycare. I guess she has decided that it is
easier to point at things.

Baby signing time

Her vocabulary of signs now includes more, all done, milk, dog, hungry/
food, and cracker.

I have tried, in vain so far, to get her to sign "crazy cracker"

This is the reward--Saltines--for her request of "more cracker". In
retrospect, maybe she just wanted to server to come back.