Today I leave for Los Angeles. After two days there, I head to the Bay Area, where I will meet my parents on Saturday and pick up Kim and Skylar at the airport on Sunday. I made a point of getting decent sleep, instead of staying up all night before a trip, as is my wont. But I'm still feeling sleepy. Not as sleepy as the Bean, though. Two swimming sessions a day at her pre-school's summer camp have her worn out. Today, she rushed out of her room and flopped on her sofa -- also Tibb's sofa, incidentally -- as she does most days. Only this time she fell back asleep.
Is that the hand of a future doer of big things, or what?