I’ve been watching (rather addictively) the series “Walking Dead” while cross-training. There’s something mesmerizing about the series, not just because it’s dystopian (which if you read here, you’ll know I’m a fan of). There’s something familiar about it all, something
Yesterday I turned 38. Which feels kinda’ old, and not old at all. I’m closer to 50 now than 20 (and quite honestly closer to death than to birth) but then at the end of the day, big deal, right?
This week has basically mowed me down backwards. I offer you, instead, cheap blogging by way of some of the Google searches that tag my blog. It does make me laugh though, and I hope it makes you laugh, too.
On Monday morning I started a clinical trial (and every time I hear that I think of “The Big C”, which I confess I watch and love although I really don’t know where it’s going, but that’s another subject altogether).
Nora loves to read. Loves it. She remembers words where her brother Nick remembers letters – she can tell you want the word says, while he can spell whole legions of words (I always feel like we’re one step away
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