Saturday I went to alma mater to sing farewell to Dean Compton and Jill, who founded and led the WooFS to prominence over the last decade. They invited alums back for a sort of musical history of Webb (from the Bronx to Glen Cove with the corresponding show tunes) and we made the trip. Drives went easily and Jenelle was a trooper sitting through two lengthy rehearsals and one pouring rainstorm. Kate and Karyn (& Aaron) were there, so it was a pretty nice reunion and a full-bore time machine back to 2002. Webb was recently named America's Most-Loved College by USN&WR and days like this make it obviously so.

And I went to Maryland to run an adventure race - the Warrior Dash - with Ryan on Sunday. His sister and some friends were competing and we joined the fun, outfitted in Teenage Middle-Age Mutant Ninja Turtle tee-shirts and hats. The course was five muddy clicks with hills and obstacles aplenty; this started off as a pleasant run along a creek bottom in the woods, but ended with a hilly mile on sun-drenched hardpack, a full-bore time machine back to a bad day at UP Finals circa 1996. Still, it was fun and we actually did pretty well - flirting with the boundary of the top 25% in my age bracket. Then a turkey leg, an odd water buffalo rinse/shower, and a free monster energy drink to fuel the driver for the homeward leg.

OK, Baby B. The calendar is cleared, your room is done. We've read the books and taken the classes. We know enough to know we're probably not, but we're ready when you are.