I’m such a reformed sinner, right? Does all this reform mean I can skip Mass on Sunday? Yeah, I didn’t think so. And it’s okay, I kind of even like Mass now, if you couldn’t tell from me humming “One Bread, One Body” when I was cooking dinner tonight…and now I have it stuck in my head again. I’d never waste my single malts on such an uncultured palate.) We even said our bedtime prayers like good little Catholics. (And no, of course I didn’t give her scotch. Medical dangers aside, she’s only four months old and wouldn’t be able to tell a Speyside from an Islay. (KIDDING.) She wanted nothing to do with that crib, so she’s currently curled on my chest while I scroll through grant proposals on the iPad. We read Harvard Business Reviewtogether and then she fell asleep in her crib after I spiked her bottle of pumped breastmilk with scotch. Sweet Zenny- I’m sending you this email because I know it’s your first overnight nursing shift away from our baby, and I want to let you know that little Caro and I are JUST fine.
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