Pictures on the fridge

With the holiday season having drawn to a close, we've taken the kids' pix from the seasonal cards and refreshed our refrigerator for the year. Some of it is pretty intense. Right there on the fridge is Eric's kid, next to a picture of Hilary's kids. Which is wierd, because Eric used to go out with Hilary before I did way back in the 80s, years before Eric and Laura introduced Mary and me. And it speaks particularly well of Mary that she's hanging a pic of an ex's kids on the fridge, even if, as she says, it has nothing to do with the kids and everything to do with the fact that, photographically speaking, it's the best picture of the season, which appeals to the photographer in Mary.

Now back to work. Settling into a new cube right here in the heart of Princeton, America's most corporate university town. Walking to work, strolling past the Lindt chocolate store, Banana Republic, Coach store, fishmonger, patisserie and other ridiculous stuff. The only useful thing is the drug store, where to stop on the way home to get hair gel (this being New Jersey) and benadryl. Gotta love doing it on foot.