Turkey day, Christmas shopping, house hunting, mortgage finagling (er, financing), have all left me busier than I’ve ever been.

Well, except for that summer I worked two jobs for 90 hours a week without a day off — but I was 19 then, and able to consume three pots of coffee before needing a bathroom break.


I’m playing catch up with all the bad news and good blogging I missed this last week, but I’ll always let personal affairs get in the way of my blogging.