And somewhere between the bustle of Immersion weekend and Mutton and Mead, the second anniversary of Jeff’s death snuck by without me noticing ( Read more... )

I managed to be running around so much on Saturday that I didn’t have time to eat a proper meal until dinner time. As in, no breakfast, a few bites of gingerbread for lunch, and not until after 7:00 p.m., finally, a pizza for dinner. I also didn’t drink nearly enough fluids ( Read more... )