Little E turned one yesterday.

What an odd experience that must have been – everyone you know shows up at your house and stays for a while, you get to eat a very large piece of cake after everyone gathers around you and sings while looking at you and putting fire in your face.

He was sleeping so soundly this morning that even putting my cell phone on his stomach and calling it (vibrate and full ringer) didn’t phase him.

Happy birthday, son.

Kim and I decided that one class for the first quarter would probably be best as I’m still adjusting to my new job. Also, I’m a little out of the game, so to speak. I was going to take two classes: symbolic logic and a seminar in ancient philosophy. I decided on the latter. The seminar will address practical reasoning in Aristotle’s ethics.

So, next week, armed with the complete works of Aristotle, The Cambridge Dictionary of Philosophy and my computer I will finally begin my Master’s degree. I feel somewhat quixotic about this, as if I should head off towards both class and the sunset with my satchel…

I’m sure the reality of the situation will sink in soon. But, until then, “La mejor salsa del mundo es el hambre”