“I love this thing,” I tell my daughter.
I’m washing dishes at her house. My wife and I are staying here while the bathrooms at our place are remodeled. She’s home from China for ten days, for our son’s wedding.
And it’s 3:00 a.m. Her husband and one of the boys are upstairs sleeping. The little one, still on Shanghai time, a twelve hour time difference, is wide awake. He’s two years old. He’s just eaten a plate of eggs. By nature I’m an early bird. I’m keeping them company. Continue reading