Wherein there is little writing

This is just a teaser, because I don't have time to write a real post right now. Part of this is because we live out in the country, where dial up internet is the only option. "Surfing" the internet is more like floating slowly through the internet. Reminds me of my childhood. Regardless, I must go. We have our own computer set up, now, which mean twice the accessability to the internet in the house. Also, this one is in the living room, which means Lydia has much room to play; also a good thing, being the number one reason I've been silent in Virginia until now.
Until later.