I’m about to drive fourteen hours, so I’m sure you’re all disappointed to learn there will be no rants from me today. Instead, I’ll fall back upon the refuge of a fatherly blogger: a few pictures to give the impression I still take your entertainment needs seriously. Rebecca asked a great question yesterday, and I think it’ll take a few days of driving to come up with the answer.
Until then, I wanted Tessa’s mom to see this nice one of her and the Bug:
Sweet Jackson Bowen joined us to watch the Heels’ historic comeback against Georgia Tech, but not before Lucy stole some of his dinner while he was looking at the camera:
And you know, I love New York with all my heart, and whenever I’m gone, I long for the company of my friends and family and their unbelievable conversation and rapier wit. But this ice-encrusted ATM in the West Village serves as a visual metaphor for why it’s gonna be nice to blow this taco stand for a few months: