Tonight was the first of two father-daughter baseball games. Glenda and I went to Oakland to catch our beloved Yankees. They lost in the ninth inning, but it was a good game–solid pitching, back and forth leads, etc. Hopefully our team wins tomorrow.
I had lunch with Kit earlier today. It's funny, I live with him but I haven't really spent any time with in like six weeks. We've both been travelling for work and play. It was good to catch up for a bit. I'll check on him again in a month when I get back from my trip. Ha!