I am a broken record these days. Nothing to say, ignoring what's on the horizon, trying to focus only on what's to do today, this hour, this minute. And what's to do this day, this hour, this minute is for me to finish proofreading a server installation SOP, send an email to the client, then pack for yet another mind-numbing five-hour drive to Los Angeles, where my grandmother waits in an exhausting limbo.
I have one anecdote to relate, and one anecdote only: Jeff asked me if I'd go with him "to China so we can get a baby." He does, in fact, know it's not as simple as finding a nice ripe girl-child in some Guangdong melon stall and simply walking off with her like a honeydew, but at least the idea has implanted itself quite firmly in his sweet, sweet mind, and not just my own.
If there's anyone still out there reading this boring, boring blog, I offer you another abject apology for my inability to write something interesting for, oh, a month or three. You are a trouper to put up with all of this boringness.