Today, Mojo went to school while Cookie and I sat at the kitchen table and chipped dinosaur fossils from a big rock (a kit that Alane got last night). We assembled the bones to make a miniature t-rex. We ate burritos. We drank juice. He's shown only the slightest after-effects from yesterday's tonsil-reduction.

Went out jogging this morning, using the old "long route" that I've been avoiding: out past Tuckahoe station, down to the park, along the Bronx River, over the little footbridge near Lawrence Hospital, stop to check for heart attack -- if yes, use hospital; if no, turn around for return run. Did I ever mention how much I hate jogging?