The bad news being, we've moved again and still not into a place of our own.
The good news being, I've got Internet access again.
My sincerest apologies for lack of returning emails, inability to open attachments, download anything, post consistantly, be a decent friend. Forgive me?
Call me 417-1975
or,
call me delightful.
Either one will do.
Sigh. I'm going to bed, rather, to futon.
Night, lovelies.
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I wish you grace
thank you, good sir.
You're back! The world is a brighter place. A friend (who doesn't post comments) and I were talking yesterday at church about your blog. We both hoped you'd be able to write more soon; we both were touched by your post about your grandfather and are sorry he died.
May your new place treat you well.
it was good catching up yesterday at coffee..and good to catch up here too. Ah Gabriel...peace to you.
awww deanna, what am i gonna do with this fat head of mine now? none of my tuques will fit anymore.
it was good, lisa and i'd love to hear more about the healing circle ceremony/training you went to. it sounds so wonderful. i have so many opportunities to do things like that at work, i've really got to start becoming involved in them.
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