My wife has gone back to work, and as I type this, my heir hangs from my chest asleep in a canvas strapped “egg sack”. I dare not move him for fear he will awaken and be wrathful.

I deal in words and imagination. I name things, and tell jokes, and put word after word, one in front of the other, until sentences and stories are formed. I know things like why a living room is called a living room and not a parlor.

We probably shouldn’t have hosted Thanksgiving this year. Our time was split between caring for our weeks old baby, making our house look presentable, all while preparing a large meal.

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My wife has gone back to work, and as I type this, my heir hangs from my chest asleep in a canvas strapped “egg sack”. I dare not move him for fear he will awaken and be wrathful. So I suppose now would be as good a time as any to write my weekly blog.

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