this week i

published our annual survey of employer health benefits, unclear when these dollars will come down to earth.  matthew went tackle-crazy.

jogged along the still-draining potomac.

listened to polished mahogany jazz piano at the arts club of dc, prefaced by shredded peruvian chicken, two pisco sours.


this week i

submitted a september invoice, beltway traffic toward baltimore airport, fifty minutes airborne, high speed chase through tunnels under the charles river.  huseyin worked till last call at harvard library, found me eating at the kitchen table, a worth-the-trip moment of mental processing, stage-whisper "what the fuck."  episode of the recoupling ibizan chavs before inflating the airbed, then one full birthday.  you know what i mean?