Sorry I've been out of touch. Work is work, and sometimes it takes more of our lives than it should. I'm also just getting the hang of the life-in-two-blogs concept. The Liquid List, where I vent and spew about matters political and somtimes musical, is something I can toss a quick bone to during the day, or lay in a monstrous clip about everything wrong with America and the world. In this forum, though, I'm interested in trying to talk about the countdown to our baby's premiere here. And what other planets will be competing for light and warmth from his fair, fair coming.

Last night, of course, was the anniversary of his parent's wedding. K and I have been married for four years and one day, as of right now. Four years ago this time, we were groggily opening gifts among grandparents and our panicked little dog, who was jittery in anticipation of being left for a month while we honeymooned and returned home.

Celebrating our anniversary has been at times romantic and quaint. K travels somewhat for work, and there is a little set of memories of events packed in, postponed or pre-empted because of her schedule of trips. Once we did an entire Valentine's dinner -- complete with molten chocolate cake -- all before 7 so Katrena could go to bed and wake up for some crazy 4 am flight to Eastern Europe. Last night we joked that romance would be on the backburner, since K's got the beachball under her shirt, and romance is what got us into this in the first place.

But we had a nice dinner, and aggressively co-attacked a dessert, toasting with strawberry-laden forks instead of champagne or even wine. And then I went home and finished some work on the baby's room, where the furniture is now fully functional.

The story of the furniture assembly -- a long, multi-entry nightmare unto itself -- will be told in this forum, soon.