It was kinda strange saying goodbye to my wife and baby outside EWR.
There's no spring break at WAHS, C can't ski, and I need the break so here
I am.

Last Sunday was a good one. We loaded up the car and went down to Wayne to
see Frauenbergers. While there we took Maia and Carter to the playground,
a first for Carter. Dude loved the slides despite audible static crackling
from his fleece. He liked swings, too, but mostly if a parent was
oh-so-close to being knocked over at the peak of each swing. Then a
simple, delicious meal with steak and chimichurri and caprese salad. Hard
to top.

I've eaten a delicious and fresh lunch as we fly over the mitten. I was
reading an essay and think perhaps I could be an essayist; mixing
punctuation and de-emphasizing basic sentence structure to magnify
observations would be an acceptable existence, though the engineer in me
would always want to write essays about the cold chain which brings tasty
heirloom tomatos to an airline lunch over Sleeping Bear Dunes in March.