PS.

I’m tired.

Like, dead tired.

The last few posts were (almost) all written a week ahead of time. So I’ve managed to present an awake face to the world.

However, now I’ve run out of pre-written, awake posts. And I’ve realised that being slightly under-the-weather (nothing major), plus getting interrupted sleep for a couple of nights, plus upping my workdays to three per week (plus looking after Bubba Boy another 3 days/wk), is bound to equal me looking in the general direction of the computer and snoring. So if I haven’t been commenting on your blog – don’t worry, you’re not the only one deprived of my razor-sharp wit and sparklink repartee. If I don’t respond to your comments on this blog, I’m not horribly offended. And if this blog goes quiet – SHHHHhhhhh, I’m sleeping.

Love you all. I’m sure I’ll dream about you. Last night Widdle Shamrock was baking me a streusel cake and calling it strudel, and I was trying to explain the difference, but I couldn’t remember, and finished up telling her that it was a religious thing. Hmmm. I suppose that makes sense, I DID grow up Lutheran.