Lines? What lines?

My assistant / office manager is having mega-boyfriend issues. There's various issues of trust, potential alcoholism, verbal abusiveness, etc. It's the kind of thing that happens to everyone at some point, and the question always is: stay or go.

My opinion on THAT isn't really the point of this post.

The point is that Maggie and I invited her up to tony Westchester for a weekend getaway, where she can escape the drama, experience the "old people's" lifestyle, and basically just have a weekend of non-pressure. Does this totally obliterate the line between work and home? Ayup. The good thing is, I've pretty heavily examined my motives on this one, and I feel totally awesome about having her up for the weekend.

She's 22 years old... Which means she's WAY closer in age to my son than me, and equidistant to my daughter and me. Once she arrived in the house, she pretty much hooked up with the kids, and has gone off to play. I've checked in once or twice, and I'm definitely not needed in that crowd right now. In fact, there's already been a little bit o' tension between my oldest son and the other two kids over who is taking up too much of her time.

Twenty-two is so very, very in between. It's an unbelievably powerful, funny, tragic and interesting age.

Anyway. I'm sitting in the kitchen, having a nice cup of coffee, and writing this... in the background I hear happy screams and peals of laughter from the basement, where my assistant and my three kids are playing Super Smash Brothers on the GameCube.

I'm feeling all of my 37 years, and that's pretty much exactly where I want to be.

Love to all.