If things are a bit scattered around here at the moment, it’s because of the traditional end-of-summer flailing-about attendant upon getting the remaining offspring out of the house and off to school — one to graduate school at Rutgers (library science) and the other to his senior year at Curry College.
It only seems, sometimes, that we’ve been putting kids through college for roughly forever; in fact, it’s only been about thirteen years. But that’s still a good long time.
I’m incredibly proud of my offspring, just the same. They’re good kids, and they’ve always been incredibly patient with the vagaries and vicissitudes of having freelance writers for parents.