By the time the boys were dressed and ready to burst into the living room this morning, Airport Guy was already up and checking his e-mail.

It was a good try.

So we piled into the kitchen and devoured a few stacks of pancakes before making a quick trip to Stew Leonard's. Bought some goodies to send back to 38th Street, then sent Uncle Joe-maha on his way. I'm sure he's enjoying his last evening of Brooklyn, chained to the steam pipe in the kitchen of Castle 1526, listening attentively to the barbed silence that Helen and Vito toss dramatically in each other's direction (from different rooms, of course).

The good news: my back pain has lessened a bit over the last few days. Still there, just not as blindingly intense. I may even get some sleep tonight! How will the blog survive?