Mr. Mom day 2: Hrmph. Rain, cabin fever, muddy dog; afternoon playdate while I prepped house for inspection, leftovers, many stories, bed.

Mr. Mom day 1: Sloth, Blue's Clues (jumped the shark, post-Steve), 1 hour hike, balsamic chicken/rice/peas dinner, fireplace smores, bed.

Nina went to her volunteer shift at Playland-Not-At-the-Beach today in full "Abby from NCIS" costume (sans farting hippo, which is mom's).

Today's forecast: sloth, with gusts of lethargy throughout the afternoon, and a chance of mild torpor by evening.

When the news headlines of your death describe you as an "Eccentric Hedonist", you have lived right. Dirk would have loved this.

Did anyone else see that Lindsey Vonn basically took half of those downhill turns on one ski to protect her shin? NBC missed it, natch.

Shaun White is performing on the Phelps/Louganis level these days. Significantly beyond the rest of the field. No, make that, "above."

Harry Partch, eat your heart out. BYDK there are over 700 usable, singable pitches in the octave: ping.fm/ru12z

The tremendous outpouring of love for Dirk is warming my heart this morning. Doesn't help with the loss, but restores my faith in man a bit.

is stunned by the news of a senseless death of a dear friend. Be good to your loved ones. Yes that's an order.