“…it's just like a serviced apartment, but bombproof.”

That is my vote for ‘quote of the week’ from Jane, describing the accommodation on her current overseas trip. Last time it was a holiday, this time it is for work. Being a diplomat is not all cocktail parties and gin on the balcony. These days, more often than not, it is a series of vaccinations with some anti-malarial drugs followed by some exotic compound living. Jane will be gone for 12 days, which is longer than the 8 days we 1st expected. The kids miss her, but are doing fine. They got to talk to her on the phone the other night and I enjoy a steady stream of brief email updates via her blackberry. Meanwhile, I have developed a cold. It is nothing too horrible. In fact I would say the worst thing about it is probably the timing. I have some cold/flu meds, and if nothing else being sick keeps me from staying up too late watching bad TV or playing video games the way I usually do when Jane is away. Cunningly, the kids have summer camp in the mornings, so I can rest or run errands as required between 9am and noon.

The only other news is that on Friday Tom completed a rite of childhood passage, giving himself a hair-cut with the craft scissors. I cleaned it up a bit with my meager skills, but will probably take him to the barber Thursday morning when Lillian is at summer camp. Clippers may be required. Sadly, Jane took the camera with her.

So, that is why I have been slack with updating my blog lately. There have been plenty of things to write about, but both the flesh and spirit are bloody weak and would rather crash on the couch and watch Fringe, or just go to bed. If I start feeling better before Jane returns, I'll try to catch up with a few more entries before the rush of traveling that will be our Aug/Sept.

And on that note, I am going to bed.


(A pre-haircut pic of Tom from earlier this month)