Yes, yes it has been a long while, friends. Life up and whupped me one, in the fifteen-pound form of my baby, plus a two-year-old intent in poking my wee-est's eyes out, or smothering him with a pillow (according to Beck, the exact form of Heath's demise is inessential, as long as he goes). The endless renovation was finished two weeks ago and we have a house back. We lived through the family trip to the Puerto Rican jungle where it rained for the whole week so that it seemed that tiny mosquitoes were being bred out of regular mosquitos' spit: my feet were so bitten they looked like I was preg