After sorting, rearranging, pondering and occasionally deleting the drafts I had sitting around, I have decided that I don’t really feel like saying anything relevant today.  The weather is sufficiently moody for deep pondering – dark, rainy, and gloomy – but the contemplative state of mind just isn’t falling in with the program.  The sum total of my ambition for today revolves around polishing the edges of a couple of protocols for distribution, revising some procedures that are in some serious need of revision, and going to the mall with my husband and my son.  I am not much of a mall person, but a coffee and a mindless walk in the temple of materialism seem like just the antidote to the current state of blahs.  A times, the most satisfying things to contemplate are how I am going to put up Harry’s swing in the backyard tomorrow, and whether or not I feel like watching that “Eureka” marathon I have saved up on the Tivo.  Sometimes, it is good just to be a shallow American suburbanite.

So, in lieu of anything of real substance, I can give you something of surpassing loveliness:

I present to you, James and Sarah Gibson.  Way to go, baby brother! 

 

And if natural beauty is more your style, the wedding site was almost, just almost, as breathtaking as the bride:

 

And, quite possibly, the second loveliest lady at the wedding:

Once again proving that the Gibson Girls can produce some awfully cute kids.

Have a good weekend.