Brunch

Had a pleasant Sunday brunch with the ECR gang, or at least the part of it that used to do Sunday brunch with Andy and Randy. Mark and Johns son Kyle was cute, but since I was sitting next to him, I didn't get to hear much of the adult conversation from the other end of the table. I can only imagine the strain of having a small child -- Mark is so extremely attentive to him, which is unlike my upbringing, where, by that age, I was expected to keep quiet and make few demands in public. But if care and attention has any effect, he's going to be one smart kid when he grows up.

Someone mentioned they read Paul's blog. Which reminds me to mention how little of mine is readable if you're not an LJ "friend." I tend to write mixed entries with an occasional factoid or opinion I don't want let loose on the whole Googleverse, so I keep about half my posts "friends only."