I had this notion that I could spend a month taking care of my kids in a city I know well but where I don’t live, without skipping a beat in my workflow. Well, I was grossly wrong. I’ve just finished a most wonderful stretch of time in Lebanon while my wife pitched in on the Times’ Libya coverage, and the score ran conclusively in favor of kids and against work. I managed to meet one deadline, but all other writing and most intellectual activity ground to a halt. That’s why I have hardly been present here, or at The Atlantic online. Now I’m back in Cairo and shortly should return to standard output. First, though, I have to figure out exactly what happened while I wasn’t looking.
I’ve been in Egypt covering the referendum and the latest twists of the revolution — a juicy and suspenseful saga, although one easily overlooked as the entire world rises up or melts down, gets bombed or washed away. One reason I’ve not been posting my reporting live is the size of my traveling party, which includes Anne and two quite young tourists, pictured above at the Giza pyramids today.
I will be posting less frequently over the next few weeks as I celebrate the birth of our daughter Athina Emeline Cambanis.