Quiet Morning in Darien--- Waiting for the Fun to Begin

It's 6:30 and Chello and me are the only two up, she getting ready to head off to Florida, me preparing for the day filled with the Albarrans and Bissells, the good life.  The girls slept in our room last night (actually Marisa's room), and they finally got to sleep around 10:00, but as far as I could tell, none stirred during the night.  They were strangely subdued yesterday, as they seemed to be adjusting to each other after having not seen one another since August. They seemed to be enjoying each other, however, just before bed time so I assume today will be a wild ride.

Lots of excitement this morning, unless you are Beth, as Chello's flight was cancelled so they had to find another flight and the only one they could find went to Ft. Lauderdale.  So, then, with the help of Jill and Evie, they found a car to drive her from there to Estero, for a tune of 250 bucks,  but it's cheaper than staying in a New York hotel for a night.  The last I heard she was on the plane so I hope her connection in Florida with the car works out as you is uptight enough about flying without all this other stress.

The girls are amazing, content to play up in Marisa's room for hours on end, with various sets of animals, dolls, and other munchkin type of things.  No fights, no quarrels, other than Halle sometimes getting the raw end of the deal because she is the youngest.  They did go outside and play in the snow for about an hour with Drew, Evie and the dogs, which was fun.  I took Drew on a tour of the beaches and some of the great homes, as this is his first time visiting the Albarrans in this house.  He has always been busy or deployed somewhere although he did live in northern CT at one time when he was in high school.

I am currently sitting in a Starbucks, waiting to meet up with Chris Galgano, one of my students from Reserve, who is currently a senior at UVA.  He has written an impressive paper on behavioral economics, which basically analyzes why many people seem to vote against their self interest.  He has become somewhat of a protege of Jonathan Haidt, the author of one of my favorite books, The Happiness Hypothesis.  He comes from Rye so it may take him awhile to get here, as traffic will be heavy unless he goes on the back roads.