Trying

And here I was feeling guilty for not blogging... C. Moore, where are thou?

Once a week, my mother-in-law takes Carly for the night, and we get to sleep until 7:30 a.m. I love Carly 350 percent, but this is an awfully good way to spend one night a week. I have never spent so much time fantasizing about sleeping.

So what shall I urge on my children by way of bucket lists? I am thinking now of climbing the pyramids at Giza, and realizing now is the time we counsel against recklessness. Still...