So as you probably knew, it’s been a little crazy around here. While I pick up the pieces, dig myself out of what seems like a never-ending virtual pile of (e)mail, get myself caught up with non-LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER business, and try to decide how much of the massive amount of leftover pizza I have in my refrigerator I should eat before throwing it away, listen to this. It’s the kind of thing that often happens when my Dad calls and I can’t answer at that moment.
Too bad he doesn’t live nearby. He could pick up his own pizza.