Does anybody else find apples and water to be a particularly unpleasant culinary experience? Glick.

Well, poop. Didn’t make semi-finals in the People’s Pilot. This time I’m not as crushed as I was last time. I was VERY crushed last time. Speaking of which, I need to spend a bit of time fixing my archives so that stuff prior to Dec. 2001 is available. Poor Ted is still sick, and staying home again. He’s in bed still. Poor Ted! I should go have an apple. And some water.

More babby pictures. I’m hungry, so I suppose that means I ought to go eat an apple. Poor Ted is sick and staying home. He has the awful cold I had last month, and he sounds like a bullfrog. It’s kind of impressive.

Momentous (sp?) occasion tonight; I finished filling my first paper journal in years this evening, after making a resolution back in mid-November that I would God Damn It Take A While To Write Every Sunday Evening, No Matter What. Since doing that, I’ve been journalling a couple of times a week, which is different entirely than blogging, even if my blog is just a personal updates thing. It’s very satisfying to have finally filled another journal, all with hand-written entries. And so, good night.

Gallery software is working again. Pictures of Breic here, and the house here. I’ll scan more baby pictures in over the week.