A Week at a Time

Life is pretty compressed right now, as you might think. Wendy is sleeping four, five, or eight hour shifts at night, so we're doing pretty well. We are in the six week "fussiness" window, so daytime hours are trying. But, we persevere. Worse, I think, are the frequent trips to stores to pick up a this or a that. Diapers. Formula. More, different bottles. Means to warm the bottles (is it better to have a hyper-efficient electrical warmer or use natural gas?). I shudder to think of the cash passing through our wallets. Like shit through a goose. 

So much of the baby stuff is plastic, too. Dear gods, you have to work to find natural materials. Every toy and geegaw is bright, molded plastic hanging in a plastic bubble in an airless store. Still, we've managed to find rattles and toys of wood and cloth, and they just feel better.

Anybody care for a round up? Sure...

If, like me, you were a bit fretful about the "climate change is irreversible" report, fear not! Or, rather, continue to fear--or loathe powerful denialists like W for whom vocabulary is insufficient to describe their cravenness. As it says in the title, Irreversible is not Unstoppable. 

And shall we mourn for Michael Phelps? Dissenting opinions here and here.