From Beneath a Sunlit Praha Sky...

A brief update before the weekend

I sit on my patio in the middle of Prague the day after arrival. My infant son squirms in my arms. The dribble rag, which has become a blanky to both chew on and cuddle for support in the breeze, drops to the ground. He looks at it, a brief distraction, then continues to rake his itty-bitty and somehow razor-sharp fingernails along the rattan chair we s…