The Hang

after about a month of intensive, near-daily blogging, i took a long break from it all, and now i feel as though i'm trying to juggle on a unicycle after years off a bike.

it doesn't quite help that i'm currently running less-than-lithely under the weather with a rapidly evolving respiratory tract infection.

i'd meant to say a lot of things about all sorts of things over the entire week i'd been off, but it has all gone the way of my goldfish memory.

i have not, however, forgotten about the wonderful day at the races Mabel and i spent with our new friend Elmer, and as the photos from that day just arrived this morning via e-mail, i thought i'd drop by to let folks who read this blog have a gander.

(no, you won't find me in any of them, and it isn't because i'm on the other side of the lens. i have a thing about being captured on film, particularly in daylight; the sort of thing that leads me to refuse to have my photograph taken, even when it means not getting to stand right next to a mossimo-bikini-clad girl.)

photos by Elmer Recuerdo.







well, this is taking forever. i'll post the remaining three photos tomorrow, or whenever it is i get back.

meantime, check out what Brother Consolmagno has to say. it's a relief to hear someone talk about something other than all that Da Vinci code nonsense.

right. must cough out my left lung now, which has somehow managed to jam up my throat.

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in the interim, you might want to check skinnyblogcladdink, where you'll find some typelist updates you may not yet have seen, and won't find here, with, possibly, the shortest rave review i've ever written, for a book that truly deserves an atomic raving.