I promise I will post something of substance soon!

My life feels like it's been one big blur for the past few days/weeks, and my brain is still cloudy enough that I'm rarely able to articulate anything worthwhile. Apologies to those of you whom I've intended to be in touch with and haven't (I recognize that you don't know who you are, since I haven't been in touch). Also, apologies to the rare person who still checks my blog :)

Here's a story to tide you over until I can come up with something coherent:

While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, our minister heard
the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently, his
5-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that proper
burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton batting,
then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased. The minister's
son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned
his version of what he thought his father always said: "Glory be unto the
Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he goooes."