February happened. To avoid writing anything of consequence, here’s a poem about last month, titled Leap Year, by Annette Wynne: Little month of February, You are small, but worthy—very! Will you grow up like the others, Like your sister months…

So, I survived our family’s ski trip, and I can’t tell you how happy I am to be this much closer to sea level again. There are few activities in life that strike fear, anxiety, and panic into my heart…

Now that I’ve proven I can maintain a blog with somewhat regular updating, it’s time for the next phase in my plan to take over the site: making it pretty. As a military coup, beautification is pretty pointless, but as…