The Life Ate My Blog

It’s a good thing I didn’t volunteer for NaBloPoMo, because I’d have fallen off that wagon on Day Three (thanks for the link, ahem, Jeneane — those gadgety Nab thingies look interesting, but we don’t have enough change in the couch cushions).

It’s because Margaret is home for the weekend, and not just any weekend but her birthday weekend (would you believe she’s already 36?), and I’ve been preoccupied by the most wonderful, amazing, tremendous, sweet spouse I could have dreamed of. Given the choice of thinking complicated thoughts about semiotics for my weblog and gazing into her eyes. . . well, I’ll blog later.

Jane says,

Happy birthday, Margaret!



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