Last week started with some (ok, late) spring cleaning, of which the Ogwife did the lions share, Monday, a visit from the Du Toits, (it dawned on me later I didn’t offer you an ashtray or some tea or coffee, Connie, sorry) Tuesday, a blastorama of biblical proportions, wed-fri, work like a dog, sat, a visit with Ken of Altamontco, drooling all over his beautiful grips, and today, a visiting priest from Nigeria, trying to raise money for his mission. Wait, that’s three africans in less than 7 days! And today, on the way to do some stuff for a friend, I was accompanied on my more than hour long drive by the Curmudgeon himself-(it dawned on me later, I should have called him back, the long distance bill must be horrid, sorry Francis!) and this upcoming saturday, if I’ve not been incarcerated after snapping the dentist’s head off during a root canal,I’ll be at Klas noshing with some bloggers.

What a year. I’m going to hibernate this winter, I swear to god.