Walking Backwards

*Yawn* Joe and I stayed up late last night watching Mallrats and, even though we woke up at the decent hour of nine in the morning, I'm quite tired. What is worse is that this means that the little guy also woke up at nine, just like yesterday . . . and the day before. This is bad only because he starts preschool in a few weeks and we really need to be getting his schedule in order (I would normally love it that he sleeps so late). I'm finding it quite hard to drag myself out of bed at that hour when there is the option to sleep, though.

My brother is back from Germany! I picked him up at the airport last night and got to hear about all of the cool stuff Berlin has to offer. He took in a ton of museums, a marionette show of Don Giovanni, and saw Philip Glass' Einstein on the Beach. I am green with envy over here. He also got to take a side trip to Prague and to the Kafka museum, both of which are on my top one-hundred things to do and see. I do feel a little sorry for him today. The poor boy is jetlagged like crazy and he starts back at work today. I heard him up and doing his laundry at four in the morning.

Today, we head out to Houston again. My sister-in-law's engagement party is today and so we have to make the trip. It will be nice to get my clothes back. It was too expensive to mail them.