Well, I left Minneapolis this morning, Jackson and JoJo in tow, with increasingly overcast skies and rain threatening. A mostly uneventful 300 miles later, Madison greeted us with mostly sunny skies. Listened to a lot of ESPN on the Sirius - during the Dan Patrick show, Keith Olberman was talking about Phil Mickelson's magnificent meltdown at the U.S. Open yesterday (google it if you're interested), and defined "choke" as failing only when the opponent is yourself. Amen, and be gone.
Settled in and set up the office to work for the week, much to Jack's chagrin. He interrupted me several times to say, "Dude. There's a lake out there. What the hell are we doing in here?!? Let's go swimming, man!" Alas, he'll have to wait. Heading out for a run now, after which I've promised Jack it's his time. JoJo's just happy to be along.
Here's the view from my "office" this week. It's good to be alive.