Poor Kyle crawled in bed at 6:00 a.m. today, after driving for more hours than I can fathom to get home from Oregon.
There are one trillion things I needed his help with to be able to post the promised “view into my life through journals” post, which is basically written but just needs a few final touches. [If you have no idea what I’m talking about, here’s a brief overview: I will be answering one (or more) of RatalieNose’s question, “Camille, we (meaning your faithful blog stalkers) have not had the privelage to hear much about your high school days. Being in high school myself I would love to hear some stories! So here are a few questions, you can pick whichever ones you want to answer: 1) Of all the dances you went to which was the best? the worst? Who was your date? What was the theme? 2) Were you ever on student council? If so, what position? 3) What was your best year of high school?”
Poor Kyle, however, won’t be coherent until at least noon. And I’ll be gone when he wakes up, off to spread joy throughout the land as Santa’s Little Bitter (and not just a little bitter) Volunteer.
Which means that anybody anticipating this post is going to be sorely disappointed by the following statement:
Archives of Our Lives is having a postponement.
But at least I left you with a pun.