Kofi and I spent the day sightseeing. Trying to make the best of our Texan imprisonment. I feel a little like an outlaw, holed up in a hotel, watching too much TV and eating too much junk food. 

[If anyone in Boston wants to do something for me when I get back it is this: watch Kofi for an hour or two so I can go work out.]

Kofi is stirring now, hiccuping a bit (he does that a lot), and, well, looking  like the perfect champ that he is. Given how frustrating it is to be here this long, it is a testament to the power of this strange thing called paternity that I find myself wildly happy to be here with my dear little boy.

That being said, does anyone have any connections to the Governor of Texas?