|I sent her with soup and made a litmus-test joke. She had them clean and waiting for me. I'd forgotten them. They're home now.|
"Hearts will billow when the dream, dream comes and it comes in to me"
-- Trey Anastasio,
Kansas City International Airport
Somehow three months have slipped by since my last post.
A lot has happened since then so it’s not been on account of laziness or disinterest. I mean, it’s mostly business as usual with the regular-life stuff: work is work, the kids are still sweet and good and busy, the house is, well, standing, I suppose. I’ve been editing a manuscript for a writer who plans to self-publish. My rec’-league hockey team is off to maybe its best start ever. The Blues are playing well and the Chiefs have a shot at clinching their fourth-straight division title this weekend. I’ve finally gotten consistent again with swimming a few times a week and while that’s great, I still need to ramp up the discipline to make three lifts a week happen. Baby steps, I guess.