We'll Bend that Bridge When We Come To It

I was away. Now I'm paying for being away.

Sorry for the lack of posts, if you've noticed/cared. And if you have noticed/cared, sorry for blogging about blogging, which is almost but not quite as boring as hearing about the details of Jenna Bush's wedding. After all, we can run through all those details when we're sharing drinks with Tim Russert's dad in heaven.

There will be reports of much beer and festivities in Boonville. There will be four more days of Paris, I hope before I go there again. But if you'd rather send me to Paris this weekend than read about my last trip, I wouldn't say no.