devcubber was so freaked that I wasn’t answering the phone or blogging that she came over and banged on the door. (We were napping at the time and didn’t hear the doorbell). She was making plans with her husband to come back and break down the door when I called her to report I was alive. As she admits, she’s prone to freak-outs – but it’s nice to get little reminders occasionally that folks give a schmidt.

Thanks to some housecleaning and the persistence of Chad and Kevin I’m perking back up.

I shouldn’t forget – not blogging helps keep my mind awake.