father's day

had coffee and talk with my middle dtr in the morning, a good stoogeaphilia prac in the afternoon, followed by a viet dinner in the h.c., and a frank sinatra film festival (the 'riginal manchurian candidate and the man with the golden arm) with my sweetie in the evening time. she also posted more of her wreck room pics (some of which were in the wreck room stories book, some of which were not) on her photo blog (a sunday ritual i now look forward to -- she puts up another seven pics each week). a good day, and a holiday (as my buddy andrew sez) the reason for which is its own greatest reward.