I’m not thinking about baseball today, which given the recent sweep of the Mets by the Marlins, is probably for the best.

Posts to come tomorrow; I have great friends coming in from Boston, but they’re now quite into each other.  Given lack of appropriate bed space, they’ll be in the master bedroom, and I’ll be on the couch. 

Because I’m cool like that. 

Also, that couch is damned comfortable.

Still means I’ll be up earlier than usual, with little to do but pontificate about a Mets Museum and, with any sort of luck, a victory over the Phillies.

But for today, call your parents or your children, or both if that’s the way you go, and just talk with them.  You won’t be sorry you did–believe me.

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