The part of my life I don't chronicle here has been topsy-turvy over the last few days. If I'm silent here you can generally blame one of the influences which is not reflected on the blog.

Tonight I will be meeting a new craigslist friend possibility. She's a couple years older than me, recently transplanted from San Francisco, has a degree in one of my languages and an MBA. I'm very much looking forward to it, especially tonight. On a recent online bulletin board a group of old friends and I have been discussing the New Orleans events from a few various theoretical viewpoints; one of our predominant themes being " how responsible is any agency of government for taking care of us?" As I wrote, "… that spawns a lot more questions like if it's a constitutionally-granted entitlement or simply perception, how the responsibility is divided with regard to preparation and response, and if a person's neglect of their own personal responsibility (refusing to evacuate when so ordered) reduces the government's liability." Since before 9/11 FEMA listed the three most likely catastrophic disasters facing America as being a terrorist attack on New York, a major earthquake in San Francisco and a hurricane strike on New Orleans, I'm curious how this new potential friend of mine might view the issue.

Tomorrow night my best friend A is in our hometown with her fiancé. It's the family's standard "you're not invited to the wedding but come meet the new member of the family" party. Of course I'm invited to the wedding but I'm like family myself, so I just go for the entertainment value. I hear that one of the guests will be a guy I spent a very fun summer with back in 1988, and his wife (who was his girlfriend both before and after that summer with me, but not during). Damn sure I'll be dressing to advantage, but that's kind of a given with me anyway.

The Boy Child had his school open house last night for Kindergarten. He enjoyed it so well that he didn't want to leave. X2B was taking him home for the weekend so I was happy that it was his responsibility to get him out of there and not mine. On Tuesday life goes back to normal as school begins. Whew.

And not only did my football team win last night but I was sitting there watching it naked. Life gets no better. Well, the right kind of company would make it a little better, but life is still pretty damn good.