22 and counting

I have not been able to clear my head and get something written for your up and down and all around crazy 22nd month. Someday soon. But right now I cannot think of anything clever to say and unfortunately there are 80 loads of laundry to do and 15 million things to pickle and preserve in the garden and heaps of papers to file and all of these things are making it impossible for me to write something cohesive and funny and actually worth reading.

This is what you looked like a year ago. Your lack of hair and teeth make me laugh.