The Time of Your Life

Well, your wait is over.  AZeigler Dailies, Edition: Junk in my old closet, is here.

In the weeks leading up to my recent birthday, my life flashed before my eyes.  Literally.  A quick history lesson: In the late eighties, my parents built a house.  On the second floor of that house, my sister & I shared many happy years in our bedrooms, & we were so busy living fulfilling lives & reveling in all the happiness that we neglected to clean out our cavernous closets.  Ever.

Blog, Interrupted

I have to interrupt today's regularly scheduled blog post.  Much has happened in the last week.  No, much is an understatement.

Busyness

I titled this post 'Busyness.'  Then I googled the word 'busyness.'  One of the definitions given was "sustaining much activity."  That's me, folks, that's me.  There is at least one day a week that we stay home all day, perhaps never shedding our pajamas, but don't let that fool you; at home or on the road, I sustain much activity.

IV

Yesterday Henry was four months old.