And here is the problem with blogging, friends. It is now all I want to do. Work? Puh-lease. Wedding planning? Nah. Staring out the window at Boston's misty harbor, wondering how humid it is? Well, that one is still pretty tempting, I'll admit.
I will also admit to a certian low-grade anxiety about my blogging faithfulness. Yes, I loved plans, oh so long ago (I even remember the ac.grin.edu days!) but I am woefully out of practice. I am inspired by those of you (Margaret) whose blogs never seem to run out of chatty wisdom, grab-your-side-and-shriek-humor, and those lovely moments of elegance and poetic turn of phrase. I will try to meet your standards.
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