Back in the Swing

I've been away too long. Blogger has a whole new interface since I last logged on.

The "shhhh" work is nearly in the bag. As is often the case, we're down to a tug-of-war between those who want to rush to press and those who think it might look better if we read the whole thing and made sure all the words are spelled right. Some days it's good to be the soldier and not the general.

The weekend was consumed with indisposition. I had the house to myself on Mother's Day, staying near the porcelain amenities. J & K blew out of here as quickly as they could, attended church, and hung out with my in-laws all day. They celebrated their freedom by shopping and dining at Pizzaria Uno's. Meanwhile, I was relegated to the homestead, eating bananas, rice, applesauce, and toast. I'm not the best patient even when I'm the doctor, so I supplemented the prescribed diet with Pop-Tarts, ice cream, and honey roasted peanuts. I still got better, so a big "So There!" to any nay-sayers.

The big accomplishment of my down-time was that most of one big book of CDs is now residing on my external hard drive. Everything from Alan Parson Project to Ralph Vaugh-Williams is pretty much recorded for posterity. I felt as if I was starting at the wrong end, though. So I went to the library last night. The letter A is now brought to you by Aerosmith. Mr. Buffett is representing for the B crew. He will soon be joined by Ludwig and Mr. Sam Bush. Just a few to finish with at the back end of the alphabet and we'll be rolling through the other two books.