DC

Davis will D/C (discontinue, in medical parlance) his stay in DC on Saturday and head back into the heady world of mathematics.

Our reunion was sweet yesterday, and I can't tell you how fascinating I found it to get my capital tour from a guide I gave birth to. I won't go into the details of how, in our hurry to meet up with him, we failed to read the fine print of the sign by the parking meter that we parked next to. Big Ooooops: $100 fine and a request for towing. Luckily, Walter had gone back to put more quarters in the meter and moved the car before someone fulfilled the request.

We have plans to see DC United play tonight, but may have to ditch given the forecast for 100% chance of rain. We did get to watch three innings of McLean Little League before lightning cut the game short (and coincidentally allowed us to forego ballpark corndogs in favor of a real sitdown meal at Pucinella's). Driving back into the city was a real adventure (we had to re-route a number of times because streets were blocked by downed trees and progress on the parkways was slowed by the unexpected sheet-like, Texas-style rain dump) that required a beer at the bar before bedtime.

Davis had to pop up for work this morning, but I took it easy while WB worked out. More later.