don't give up on me yet
I haven't forgot about this weblog, really. It occurs to me every day that I've left it too long and then I go back to work. Or try to. I'm making decent progress, and hope that y'all will hang in there during this interruption of the regularly scheduled programming.
Next week I'm away, and I'm not sure if I'll have internet access. If I do, I'll post here to let you know what it's like to take six sixteen year old girls to a beach house for six days. You read that right. Six girls, all of them sixteen years old. And a six hour car trip to get there. Does the repetition of the number six mean something, besides the obvious fact that I was clearly possessed of a demon when I arranged all this?
Nothing but good times ahead.