More slug-like behavior from all three in the house today. It’s not that the mid-eighties weather is so terribly hot. It’s the humidity, filling the air so that you need to swim through it, and the barometric pressure mounting, promising thunderstorms but generally failing to deliver.
Nelson has been a good sport, staying around home as I struggle through this last paper. I’m doing my best to have it done by tomorrow, so that we can go out and enjoy the Ithaca Festival and see a few of the sights. Tomorrow is also the last day of Sydney’s conference, so he’ll soon be able to spend more time with us (and we’ll be able to do those activities he made us promise we wouldn’t do without him!).