Wow. You know it is bad when you not only do not have enough blog to keep your right navbar in order, but you literally almost forget how to log in.
In my defense, I have been vomitously busy at work, and so I have had little time for daytime bloggery. And then I'm a tremendous social butterfly too, so I have little time for nighttime bloggery either. Not to mention the fact that the idea of sitting at a computer while I am at home is enough to give me an uncomfortable rash.
Still and all, this is shameful. And there is hope: I have managed to get all caught up on the things that we were behind on before I picked up this whole new set of responsibilities at work. Rumor has it that in addition to my very own ID pass, I will be the proud owner of my very own Work Email Account, so I can keep up with my correspondence and not spend the little time I can stomach computering at home doing things like checking my email.
So, there is that. I also have a grand plan to write a bunch of random stuff and then schedule their publication date, so even when I am a lame-assed slacker, nobody will know.
Except I just told you.
But you will not know which ones are fresh, and which ones have been preserved and canned and kept on a dusty shelf in the cellar until I had need for them, so hah.
In non-administrative news, I got this postcard today, addressed to me and Mike:
"In Richmond, I dreamed that the two of you and Luke and I carried out a daring diamond and gold robbery to fund various activities - you two were opening a restaurant & I had a team of scientists making a cured-olive tree. We hid the loot in an old castle/self-storage place. Krissa broke in and stole $1M worth of diamonds from us to force you to halt work on the restaurant in order to devote more time to her wedding. As soon as my tree produced pre-cured olives, I woke up. All is well! --Neff"
I want a pre-cured olive tree for Christmas. I wonder if the olives on his tree were just cured, or if they were stuffed with, say, prosciutto and goat cheese.