Went biking today. For the first time in two weeks. 30 miles. Felt okay while we were riding, but I was a little beat at the end. And quite dehydrated. The temperature hit 85° while we were out there. I guess that had something to do with it.

I guess life is slowly moving back into normality. Which is comforting.

Happy Birthday, baby girl!

I've taken to living every day to the fullest. Not that I wasn't almost doing that before all of this happened. But I would have thought this experience would take the wind out of me. Make me timid, scared for my life, and that of my wife and daughter.

But that hasn't happen. Actually, I find myself needing to watch out a bit for this new lust for life. For example, I drove down to New York the other day, to pick up a friend at the airport. I had never driven the car out of the area before. And it is a fast car. So I drove it very, very fast. It was just like being seventeen again. The exhiliration of driving fast was back. For a day.

I won't be doing that again. But something has changed. Life is more colorful. More intense. More precious. It's actually a miracle, come to think of it.

I just got a funny e-mail from someone who actually reads this weblog. He complains about the infrequency of my posts of late. He points out that if I neglected my newborn like I do my blog, I'd be sued!

And he's right. I have been neglecting the blog. It's just that since a few weeks ago, time has started to accelerate. The minutes are shorter, and the days seem to whiz by.

But I promise to try, even though there is no try.