Not-so-fond farewells

| August 18, 2008

Someone, I think it was Mark Twain, once said that we ought to live our lives in such a way that we wouldn’t be ashamed to sell the family parrot to the town gossip. Me, I’ll settle for never having my eventual obituary read like this one: Dolores had no hobbies, made no contribution to […]

This is so wrong

| August 18, 2008

It’s just after 9am, and for the first time in I don’t know how long, I have stayed up late enough after work — I usually finish sometime between midnight and 1am — to see a sunrise. I didn’t stay up in order to see the sunrise, I stayed up to take Mycah to the […]