No, this is not an exciting post that you will want to read.
Just wanted to assure everyone that Sharon is still alive over here. And plans to continue the Guatemala story shortly.
And the coughing has subsided almost entirely.
Twice now I have felt a very strong urge to remind everyone to set their clocks back an hour. How about you not listen to me for Daylight Savings time reminders.
It's raining outside. It's a beautiful drippy evening. And so I think this is the perfect time to share a favorite excerpt from a favorite book - Nightwatch, by Terry Pratchett.
The main character is standing in the police department and hears a song, by a group of trolls passing by outside.
Somehow, you could tell it was made up by a troll:
"Now we sing dis stupid song!
Sing it as we run along!
Why we sing it we don't know!
We can't make der words rhyme prop'ly!"
So I hope it's understood that I'm posting this Saturday night, to be read on Monday, not Sunday. Just so no one gets on me for irreverency.
Ardith should get a prize, as it happened to be her copy of the book I was reading in bed, and dropped, because of uncontrollable laughter.