Every Sunday (remember, the Israeli work week is Sunday-Thursday), there is a staff meeting where the staff discusses random articles. Today, the political correspondent brought his 9-month-old baby. He made lots of funny faces during the meeting and crawled all over some of the staff and took their cell phones. It was absolutely hilarious.
Then I babysat the boy for a few minutes while his dad was making phone calls. Nothing bad happened! The baby didn't fall or choke or anything. He did smell weird, though. And not in a "full diaper" kind of way.
My article today involved translating a press release. It went well.
A few minutes ago, Abby IMed me, reminding me of Crossing the Line, our old Googlegroup. (For the record, the name was my idea. Even 5 years ago, I was all about going there.) This was when Gmail was in beta, when it meant that you had a friend who gave you one of his precious invites. My old gmail account has died, which is good, because my immature email address has died with it.
Mostly, the group was a way for me and my friends to keep in touch during sophomore year of high school. Sure, we had AIM and we saw each other almost everyday, but we were nerds, so we had a Googlegroup. I've been rereading it and reminiscing.
Also, I have these weird bumps on my middle finger. Boo, eczema.
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