empty

The softball fields across the street were empty today. I met with a friend, talked about teaching, passed the baby around, and stained my hands with earl grey. I want to talk about Kurosawa and King Lear, but I'll settle for Tarren Mill and talent points. My other half is mumbling about linear regressions and the little one is rolling across the kitchen floor. To kill time before I put her down, that's why I'm making a blog.