So said my Pops, when he leaned across one or another of us at the dinner table, reaching for the butter dish.
I’ve been offline for perhaps as long as I’ve ever been with this thing since it launched (ten days, yow!), at least as long as I’ve gone in a slid off the map sort of way. Â It might have been an unplanned vacation, if only it weren’t actually instead a bunch of feverish rowing in a rowboat atop an avalanche of transitions, physical and psychic, our household’s and our kids’. Â It’s all mostly good, but it has definitely disoriented the wherewithal — space, and time — I rely upon to post here.
Please accept my sincerest apologies, and brace for content once again.