Blog . . . out of danger?

The blog? Yes. The blog is fine. Humming along and serving up pages like a happy little camper.

The blogger himself? Well, no. He's having a heart attack by being busy today. Too much to do. Being as the money that I earn while genially freelancing from beautiful downtown Creve Coeur helps feed my family, I think I'll focus on that today.

Tomorrow? I focus on bubbles.

For today, I'll send you to my wife the Weasel. She posted a rather nice piece today about fatherhood versus motherhood and the inherent inequities therein. I worry about her descriptions of scrubbing floors and wonder what my future may have in store.

I think I might buy a bigger toothbrush . . .