The looming wedding-of-the-year is happily preoccupying any unused cranial RAM and you are preparing interview questions and book reviews in your head because your little blog has been sorely neglected over the past months.
Oh sure, a hurricane named Ike kicked us pretty hard and there was no electrical power for most of the area for a long while, but we pulled on our booties and got to work and things are pretty much back on track. School was a whoosh and a rush as teachers struggled to compress the curriculum into the hurricane shortened grading period.
Deep breath...things are almost back to normal (what ever that is.)
The next thing you know you are in the ER and people are using words with -ectomy and -oscopy at the end of them. You are lying on a narrow table with round machines surrounding you and realizing the monotone of an audiobook from your iPod is about to drive you starkers but Van, the Man, Morrison helps you lie still "just a few minutes longer" while materials you recall from high school chemistry are tracked through your body's system.
Life comes at you fast.
All is well.
Nasty bits causing all the trouble are gone. Recovery in progress.
Entlings have shared funny story of a someone behind ER admit desk asking them, "was that Mrs. P, my old librarian?" and you reflect that you have been at this library-thing long enough to have former students who are old enough to be working behind an ER admit desk.
Entlings and Treebeard have been keeping the laptop away from me lest I blurt out on the world wide web something untoward like the password,
...whoops, someone is taking the laptop away from me now.