There's little to say, in part because I've been attempting to do BGI work, which is poorly written and executed. I'm weighing my return to MN and skyping in to check in with my parents. I wish it were as simple as attempting to go with my head or heart, but life is rarely this simple. Both wiseacres and fortune cookies have told me this. They are both accurate. Though only one of them is deliciously sweet after a meal. I'll let you guess.
And there's this economic downturn, which is sort of like saying my mother has a health downturn, that has put fear in my parent's hearts, but for some reason I am nonplussed. This is either because I'm a market bear or I'm stupid. I'll let you guess.
But there are far more poignant or seemingly poignant things that i wsh to say, but I cannot address at this time because the library only allows for 2 hour parking. I'm working on getting Internets for my parents place.
Um, my mom is amazed with pasta makers, Cuisinarts, Jacques Pepin, and the Internet, among other things.
