Yesterday was not so pleasant. Too much proximity. And too much history. My parents are staying with us for almost a week. We're used to the routine by now. So are they. But we all overdid it Saturday, especially my father and I . After a family trip to the Desert Museum with Skylar's friend Travis, who was with us most of the day, the two of us attended the Cal-Arizona football game -- have I mentioned that the final score was 38-0 yet? -- which was a lot of fun, but which also required a long walk, the end of it up a seemingly endless ramp at the stadium. He has always been grumpy when he's tired. Yesterday, though, he was really tired. Because I was tired, temporarily, of having my space invaded, we ended up having a needless altercation over -- you guessed it -- the volume on the television. Today seems to be proceeding much more smoothly, though, so I'm filled with hope that the worst is over. If nothing else, as Kim pointed out last night, spending so much time with people who do things differently than we do them in the Nicolini-Bertsch household reminds us that, all else aside, we have a pretty good thing going. Anniversary and Skylar's "real" birthday are tomorrow. We're in the home stretch.