First of all. Let me get this off my chest. I am not a good blogger. It's been a week since my last (first) blog. Forgive me. I'll explain. Here's how my days have been going. First, Raegan and I wake up in our room in my parents' basement considerably later than we ought to. We call this room "the jewelry box." It is called the jewelry box because a) it is filled with antiques and b) the walls are entirely lined with drapery fabrics. My father owns a drapery company, so clearly this was a money-saving technique. There are no windows in the room, thus, no light. So every morning we wake when our sinuses fill up and start pounding away at us. We sneeze ourselves awake is what happens. There's something in that room, be it mold or mildew, that our immune systems have been trained to fight off relentlessly. In short, I have not breathed through my nose in over four days. Then, we walk upstairs and the light hits us with a blinding force, like something out of some movie where a big beam of light hits somebody with blinding force. You decide, I don't know. Poltergeist, maybe. Although then it was supposed to be a good light and one was presumably supposed to keep walking into it, despite the admonishment of that old dwarf lady. I never did get that part, in that movie. I mean, if it's the light of heaven, and you've now got proof of its existence -- why was the dwarf lady telling them to stay away? I say head right for it! By all means. I'm missing the conflict, there.

But anyway. Wait a minute. I can cheat this thing. I can blog any day I want to blog. Even in the past!! With no one the wiser.