Doesn't my nephew live in the lap of luxury?

Below, his big sister Jordan holds him. (Cathy, I'm posting this for you so you can get another look at those eyebrows.)

Cathy thinks he's got my eyebrows; apparently I have one that arches just that way. She is the only person who has mentioned it but as we (ahem: I) like to say around here, "Cathy is always right."

By the time I update again, my sons will be home. I'm about to hit the highway; looks like a clear day for travelling, though Scott tells me it's warmed up to just below freezing, so that the roads are likely to be slippery. Oh goody.

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I called Dad this morning; it's his 69th birthday and he has a lousy cold so has been sticking close to their hotel room. He says Arizona is cold right now, around 60 F and windy. Grace is feeding him soup and taking good care of him. In spite of being stuffed up and coughy, I can't think of many more pleasant ways to spend a birthday than holed up with your sweetheart. Could be he's just pretending to be sick.

Feel better soon, Pa.