Back again at the keyboard, after a challenging two months with a lot of crashing and burning. Seems I’m diabetic — too much coffee and deadline joined by no food or enough exercise, and my body says, harumph. Better change things or else. Or else. So I’ve been crashing, feeling yukky, and now learning to eat again. That’s why you haven’t seen me as much lately — just got this figured out this week. Good food. It’s good, and good for you!In the meantime…Still waiting for the final word on Measure H — did it pass or didn’t it? So close we just don’t know yet. We’ll have an update…

It seemed like a long weekend, too, but was it? No, just felt so. I had a bajillion things on the to-do list and didn’t get to most of them. Soreness and being tired killed most of it. Sciatica and such will kill me yet. I didn’t get to any of my Saturday events to take photos, and will have to play catch-up today (Monday). Saturday night was Mr Husband’s swanky company party, in SF, and it had a Casino Royale theme — formalwear, gaming tables, funny money, fabulous prizes, great food and free-flowing beverages. It was fun playing the executive’s wife. I had on a floor-length beaded purple gown…

Ronnie! My best NY girlfriend! Write me back with your email so I can contact you! You rock, mama! Thanks for the good times — your blog is awesome, too. (Sorry, it’s the only way to catch her! We did the poetry slam in NY a few weeks ago. This chick rocks! Watch for her in the next Red HIlls Review. Whenever the hell that comes out.) xx,me

Mia took this one of Pa — Mr Husband, that is — and me. We’re heading out of town, back home to our Island, and hanging out in a cafe called Vox Pop, as in vox populi, “the voice of the people,” where they serve coffee, books and democracy, in Flatbush, Brooklyn. I kid you not. Rather anarchist tracts therein. But very groovy and wholesome helpers, foods and fair trade coffee. And the freedom is free. It’s not for sale. ciao, baby.

and will catch up and post soon, with pix. First, unpack. Second, work, deadlines, etc. Third, where is everything? Criminey sakes… Short version: great fun, lots of laughs and tears and good food and drinks. We all got a touch of something and P is still recovering. I am whole again, I believe. Hint: Don’t lick the subway handrails. It will make you sick. Even on a dare. (kidding!!!)