Construction Cards

It's a shame. This site has been neglected for far too long. I know I've lost my loyal readership by now. So, what can I do? I'll start posting and hope you rediscover my blog. Or, I'll post articles about Viagra and Botox in hopes of attracting a new, perhaps more vain, readership.

Forgive me. Life has been busy. A veritable whirlwind. Yes, I can write such silly things, as no one is reading this. Here's the update:

Kyle was here from L.A., and has gone. Paul's underpants were left untouched. (See previous comments section.) Kyle saw The Royal Botanic Gardens, Arthur's Seat, the outside of the Castle, Parliament, Holyrood Palace; inside of the National Museum of Scotland, and enjoyed food, beverages and/or music at Spoon, The City Cafe, Kebab Mahal, The Left Bank, Whistle Binkies and Star Bar. Don't know of these places, dear reader? Then come visit. Unless you're some creep who's just happened upon this web site.

Aila was playing cards with my sister last week, and apparently the card with the instructions on it was dealt. "Mommy, don't play with that card. It's the construction card," said Aila. "We don't play with the construction card." Too bad more people don't understand the constructs of the game.

Work is busy.

German classes are on hold for now.

July will be my next journey home.