I’m done babysitting. I’m tired, and a bit cranky from lack of my usual routine and overexposure to a kid who is hyped up on my new-and-differentness. It was overall good, though. Phoenix is a good kid, especially when he has enough coffee.

I had a great talk and dinner with my brother tonight. Quesadillas with peppers and onions are among my favorite foods, and were fine by him. I feel less out of the camp loop than I did the rest of this week. That’s a relief.