On Thursday night our nephew Tom showed up on our doorstep just as Jen was leaving to pick me up at the bus stop, so naturally we had to celebrate. Last night he went to the Angels-Yankees game -- he's a diehard Yankees fan -- and for the third time he's done that his beloved Yankees got trounced. Of course we had to watch the game to see if we could spot him in the crowd (we could) and then there were those Olympic opening ceremonies and . . .
Just finished my Antiwar.com piece and time for more homeowner errands.