Checking In: Lots to say, no time to say it. Playing the single dad this week while the wife (that's Mrs. Enobarbus) tries to finish up at her conference and find a way out of Miami before the shit n' brimstone rains down. (I've been to Miami, friends, and I'm not moved to express great confidence in either their public works or the fixity of law and order down there. If Wilma hits hard, Miamians have it easily within their grasp to make the Yats after Katrina look like the Sisters of Christian Charity.)