It might well have been the biziest weekend ever. It began with the memorial service for a dear friend's mother. The service was powerful, a deep digging to make one stop and take measure of one's life: where one is at, where one wants to be. And one of the things I resolved was to better keep in touch with those that I care for. And, exchanging seriousness for levity, this last weekend was all about keeping better in touch.
Invasion of the preggers:
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