Okay, no, really, I'm not dead. I have been very very immersed in family history and genealogy -- it turns out our public library has a remote subscription that simply requires a library card number rather than on-site software usage, so I'm digging up the husband's family. Between actual census tracking, Googling and online databases, I'm fairly confident I've tracked back to boats for many of his branches -- I think all of his mom's, plus much of his dad's family.
Work, in a word, sucks.
The girl is getting bigger and bigger. Very loquacious. Lots of fun. She attended a rally on Tuesday to protest the injustice of the
Frank Jude case verdict. It's pretty sad when a two-year-old can be indignant about the actions of grown ups. "No hitting!" was her chant. Brutality is just incomprehensible.
And in other local news, we've got a mumps outbreak. Turns out the cases at the University were just the beginning, and there are a few public school kids diagnosed with mumps now. Bleah. We've all had shots, but I'm not sure we're wholly protected just because of age and stuff -- and our current sore throat/headache/fever cold going around doesn't do much for my piece of mind.
And this weekend, I'll tempt fate by doing some garden prep. This year I'm DIGGING UP THE BURDDICK. I will NOT let it strangle out everything else. NO! BAD WEEDS!