Rain is singing outside and Bohren & der Club of Gore's "Geisterfaust" is playing gently on the boombox in the corner. It is somehow Sunday night again. A weekend of park visiting and party going (the former with the girls, the latter for work) interspersed with the usual child rearing stuff that goes on around here, is over. The rain, which has fallen on and off again since Friday afternoon, reminds me that my brittle, tattered windshield wiper blades need replacing. That said, it's a nice change after the heat directly preceeding it. It never takes me long to get sick of hot weather.

I'll get off the computer now because Jen needs it.