I have neglected my blog for far too long. Please accept my apologies - I am sure that you have all been just waiting on pins and needles for the next pearls of wisdom and wit to by typed out for all to read here on my little blog.
Steve's stint adventure went well - two more so he is fully spring loaded (for those of you that do not get the joke: the stints, at first glance, look like the spring out of a ball point pin). He of course went to work today but promised that he would go home if he got too tired.
Washington DC finally got hit with some snow. Darn it, it was not enough to close down anything - just wet and ugly. I was really hoping for a snow day, but alas. The schools were already closed for some random teacher meeting thing so the roads were pretty uninhabited this morning.
This coming Saturday I am volunteering at our Diocesan convention to be held at the National Cathedral. I will be a voting marshall. While sounding very important, I have the feeling I will be standing, Vanna-like, and saying, "This way to vote please!" The real question is: what does one wear when one is a marshall at a Diocesan Convention? Just as all roads lead to Rome, all events lead to the question, "What do I wear?"