"Like sands in the hour glass...

...these are the days of our lives." I'd really intended to stay on top of this blog-thing. I know I really need to journal. It's good for my psyche. I'd thought when I opened this site that the possibility of having others see "what's inside" might teach me something about moderation. SIGH But life and living gets in the way, doesn't it? Or, at the very least, I allow it to do so. Actually I doubt that I would have returned here had my son's godfather not commented in an e-mail that an old student of mine had visited the Big Bayr's Cave and left a comment. Good old Zippy stopped in! Some students still remember me...(hear those wee violins playing tremolo?)...but I'll not venture into a PITY PARTY, not tonight, not during the holidays...it's too cliche (You really can do purple prose!)