From my favorite [not-really a] misanthrope, Tony, a funny.
And then from Mike, a stark contrast to the former.
We're headed back to Portland this weekend to see friends and investigate renting out the House That Will Not Sell. Internet will be scarce.
I know I owe several of you e-mails. I apologize for the deafening silence -- things have been a wee bit crazed around here, mostly thanks to animals, children and the persistent expectations of my colleagues that I actually perform legal work. I would infinitely prefer to be communicating with you all, but alas, one must eat.
See you next week.