Morning, Kailua Kona

Sending out our love to the old man, who is having less fun than you might think on the Big Island. I'm not saying this merely to make myself feel less oppressed by Boston winter; based on his generally sleepy-eyed look over Skype, I can see that he's working hard and battling jet lag and would rather be here, hearing the crunch of Cheerios instead of beach sands underfoot.

Come home soon, babe. We miss you.

And no, that's not a third nipple above Audrey's navel; its a temporary tat. One of about six she is sporting right now.