Night quiet

Just past midnight, and I have gorged my carbohydrates and have almost finished a 2-liter bottle of Vanilla Coke. Lessons learned: patience self-reliance no whining Now, to fall asleep with the windows wide open to the cricket (not cicada) songs. I love my Vanilla Coke.

Running scared. Yup.

Well, so much for me being nice to them when I blog the Republican convention. And I got a floor pass too. Maybe they’re afraid I have better grammar and spelling than they do. Many-to-Many: Demeaning bloggers: the NYTimes is running scared Demeaning bloggers: the NYTimes is running scared Blogging has terrified mainstream media for Continue reading Running scared. Yup.

Home again

Odd things to get used to, being home: I can understand all the conversations I eavesdrop on I can read every sign on the street There’s a car in the garage waiting for me to drive it My friends are not seven time zones away My husband is not seven time zones away Re-acclimating oneself Continue reading Home again