lamb burgers

It's forty minutes since I got out of the shower after the icebath after the run over the Williamsburg bridge & back. I'm on dinner (lamb burgers - thanks for asking), and there's now only 39 minutes to Lost. And there's those really important emails for the new business that I was thinking about all the way back from Manhattan. But no. Not doing the emails. Not grilling the burgers. I'm starting a blog. I blame my 16 month old son, Jack, because he just started one and somewhere along the way to checking out his, I found that I could start mine. Hmm. That'll do. Will I be back? Tune in next sentence.