I still can’t get over how much faster time goes by these days.  Draw a breath in, K is zombie walking, blow it out, she’s running faster than I can. Granted, that’s not saying much, but we’re talking about time here, not physical prowess.

I’ve been meaning to put a Gone Fishin’ sign on this website for months now.  Anyone who cared figured out long ago that I wasn’t updating, and I’m blaming time for it.  Thanksgiving is this week and I spent all day dithering with recipes and NOT getting to the store to buy the bird. Wasted time.  I’m in that ‘I can’t stand people especially if they are pushing shopping carts’ frame of mind; dangerous to those expecting not only dinner tonight but all the rest of the week, too.  On a positive note, I DID take a shower and put on clothes, just in case I could talk myself into launching The Season. It is a measure of my fugue state to note that I am updating this page rather than do something, anything else.  That’s bad.

We’d best go out for dinner tonight, and maybe after I can con Bob into going to the grocery store with me.  I’ll use him as a human shield.