RIDICULOUS WEEK

Between the inaugural and the Gillibrand stuff, it has been a fully bonkers week. You can also follow me over at Facebook or Twitter if you so choose, because I haven't really had the time to do the full-blown idiocy here. Hopefully that changes this weekend, but Burger Hill is calling my kids' name.

THE DANCE RECITAL

A success. Noodle was beyond adorable in her red tutu, and the kids all had a blast. Despite what it may imply to the uninitiated on my Facebook description of the event, Noodle's dance class was more about fun and staying active than it is about ballet.

We may re-visit it in the future, but mid-winter mid-week late-afternoon schleps to Kingston are not cutting it in anybody's long term schedule for now. The Red Hook schools have some great after-school programs for kids on down to kindergarten, and Noodle's in one of those now. Either yoga or cooking, I forget which. At this hour you could tell me she signed up for a class in arms smuggling and I'd give you 20 seconds on how cool it is she's taking an interest in international relations (and would sail through those confirmation hearings today).

WE SHALL SEE

I'm down here at the hotel in Fishkill doing some last minute show prep.

Everybody else is up at home snuggled asleep in their beds. The generator's gassed up and ready to go, so that ought to guarantee we won't need it...right?

I've done all the futzing around on Facebook that can sanely be done for now, had my dinner, and it's right about now how much I realize that the traveling businessman's life would not have been a good career choice. Nor would traveling rock star be much use, as very little would stand between me and some mournful Segeroid self-indulgence on the travails of life on the road.

'Night, all.