Nothin' goin' on, nothin' on my mind, nothin' worth writing about.
I'm not corresponding well with new friends or old ones.
Do you still see the smugmug pictures on the right of the screen? Cause I can't see them anymore.
Elijah is crawling now. Well, sorta. He gets up on hands and knees, looks hard at his goal, and lunges for it. He really likes the power cord for my laptop.
Anyway, got stuff to do.